She moaned and swallowed, not spilling a drop. Pete tried to count but he lost it after he reached seven loads. He fell back on top of her, still pump...ng cum. His body was weak as the last few contractions ended.Brandy didn’t let go of his cock, no, she sucked on it hard. Pain began in his balls and again Pete managed to take a look. Instead of being swollen, his nutsack was shrinking, like a plastic bag having the air sucked out of it. He realized Brandy was creating a vacuum with her viscous. She's just a little confused right now."Doug opened the door slowly, and took a few nervous steps outside hisbathroom. The girl cooed in pleasure. "Douglas, my love! I'm waitingfor you to sow your seed in my garden!"Allen said soothingly, "She's probably speaking literally, Doug. Maybethe woman just wants help with her garden." I am your fertile, moist soil! PLOW ME, DOUGLAS!" Or not." Allen paused. "Let me think...okay, Miss Lambert, you're prettydevoted to Doug, right? And you're. A friend told me that I was a modern Cinderella, it took me some time to realize how right she was, but sure, I am.When my dad and mom died in a car accident and I survived I went to live with my aunt and her sons, I was too young to have clear memories, but since then, I’ve been raised here.My aunt hates me, I’m surer each day, and her kids, well, they had a girl who does all the work at home, I clean the house, cook, and more than that I have to keep my school grades good enough to not be in. Sunday Evening, July 27"Luke?" Vanessa was crying over the phone. "Tim's been murdered. Jen'sout of her mind with grief. I'm with her now, but she needs all herfriends. Please come." Ma, Pa," I lowered the phone, about to cry again. "Tim Anderson, theperson released on bail in Jill's murder, he's been murdered. Jen, she'sone of the girls, was his friend, and she needs all of us. I have togo." I was babbling in my own grief and confusion.Ma, standing over a counter, was crying in.