I hope you will not be unhappy with me but I have a special request of you. This is something that is very important to me. Please, listen to me compl...tely before you answer."This sounded ominous. What could be so serious?"Chuck, my special man, it is my time. It is the time for me. I need you. I need you to be with me this night. I need you to give me a baby, a child from you. A child I can love for the rest of my life. It is my time. You won't have to worry, it will be my baby, and you won't. Nervous. That text message now out. He had called me a slut this morning, and tonight? I wanted to show him just how much of a slut I could be. I had on a red lacy demi cup push up bra with just a low cut white tank top over it and a pair of black lacy knickers, more of a thong than French cut though…and oh so very see through. That was it.My long auburn hair lay about my face in kinks having been up all day in a pencil, curling about my chin and breasts, making me grin. Finally, poofy hair. I. Despite her intelligence and high grades, her parents grounds her if she brings boys in their house. It was a mess for her so much.It was about the second day of her vacation when her baby brother, Marcos who was 13 just joined her illustrous boring vacation. Surprisingly, he was joined by his best friend, Juan Carlos who was the same age as Marcos. Every night since, the living room was in chaos. Isabella had to clean up the mess since they weren't taught of manners. Besides, they are freaking. I had always had a thing where I only get hard when I'm going to have sex or masturbate. My cock seems more closely controlled than most guys are. So when she pulled down my jeans, I knew my wife was in the next room and nothing was going to happen. «If you kiss me or touch it, it will get hard,» I said. «Really?» Justine said, wide-eyed. I saw that Claire had come to stand in the doorway again, looking in. «Can I kiss him?» Justine asked Claire. «Okay,» Claire said. «Can I kiss him?» Justine.