" I watch her breasts heave as I lick her, over the swell of her stomach. I want to squirt my baby into her. She wants it too. It's OK. Everything is ...K.My cock wants to fuck her. It aches for her, to create something instead of orgasm, to create life. My wife can't have a c***d. Kate can. Spread some of us into the future, like the sweet little c***dren of our good friends...oh let it be a girl. I don't really like boys. Sometimes, I don't really like myself."I'm ready now," She's pulling on. Lad got the message and tongued across my asshole, then pushed his tongue right up in it. Another weird feeling, but I wanted to keep going, and it seemed like he did too. He had an astonishing ability to get that tongue right up my ass. I rubbed myself up front while he reamed my backside out and I had one more really mind-blowing moment as he went particularly deep, and I pressed myself really hard at the same time. Then I had to say "enough, Lad!" and pull myself back from him.I hopped down. .out..in..out..in..out.in.out.in.out. Harder and faster as the fucking continued i then stared to slow down as i saw Katie's face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. i knew what was going to happen, she was going to have an orgasm!It turned me on so much that when her pussy finally contracted, squeezing my cock, The sensational as she shuddered as she came and came and came, as she had orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. The mostt i'd ever seen a woman do, it made me cum and i spurted my. Just such a girl was Carol Pitocki. Tall, beauty without peer, always dressing elegantly and moving regally, you never saw her at a football game or a dance. She was the kind of young woman who attracted the attention of teenagers when she was in fifth grade, and when in high school, dated college boys and older.So, in some ways, the true measure of just how unlikely the improvement in my interpersonal situation was not in banging the principal on her desk, or sodomizing the head cheerleader in.