"I'm starting to see that. But, roll back for a minute. What did you mean; you didn't use protection with Greg the 'first time?'" Well, like I said, I...wanted to get pregnant because I thought it would keep him home, and because I want another baby." Monica nodded. "I figured that if I said nothing about getting pregnant, Greg would just assume that either I couldn't get pregnant, or that I would take care of protection. And I was right. I went in the bathroom and just conveniently forgot to put. His pants fell to the floor and I was pretty sure I was about to get a close-up view of the monstrous cock that Kim regularly bragged/complained about in the salon. When he slipped his underwear down his legs, I could see why Kim complained that taking it in her mouth had taken some getting used to. Even flaccid, that thing was gigantic. Where once I’d been kind of excited by the presence of this hunk, I now was genuinely frightened at what might be asked of me in the near future. “I have to. I had to cum.So I jerked off in bed. I am not proud. It was desperate. But I needed relief. I sort of turned away from her and slowly stroked until I came in some tissues. She did not appear to stir. And I fell right asleep.It was the beginning of another ritual. The thrill of almost getting caught – and the proximity of her body – made it doubly exciting. I was being bad, but I was rationalizing it as being good. This was my way of controlling the urges, not giving in to them. I told myself.I. Tearful ones. Sarah saw the look of recognition in his eyes. She let the hairbrush fall on the bed, and watched as Kevin’s eyes followed it, stopping still, wide open, as the hairbrush hit the bed. “I’ve been to your Mother’s Kevin. We had a good chat, and she gave me this. I think you recognise it” she added with a touch of sarcasm. Kevin looked up at her, mouth slightly open, and then back at the brush. “You do recognise it don’t you Kevin” she repeated sharply. That stirred Kevin. His mind.