Sheila had kept me inpants, crushed velvet usually with a frilly blouse. My blonde wavyhair fell well down my back now. "Yo deb dis tah m...h", Dynese accused. "Gaht mehhipamatized. Gaht meh all sexed up an hoan-y. Nows I'se knockedup." Sheila rubbed her hand over the immense belly and pointed tome. "It's his fault. It's all your sissy son's fault. If he wasn'tsuch a sissy, if he could satisfy a woman like real man, youwouldn't be pregnant." Sheila explained to me. I placed my hand on Vincent’s shoulder and pushed him back against the seat. I slowly began to ride his cock again. I made eye contact with the man in the door way. “Are you fucking serious?” Vincent asked startled. “He wants to see a show and I want to get off. Fuck it, let him watch,” I said, smiling down at Vincent, his face barely visible between my tits. He placed his hands on my ass and pulled me down on his cock harder. I placed my gaze back to the man in the door way. I built my. Even if she woke our parents, they wouldn't care. They were probably so exhausted that they didn't hear anything anyway.Liv stepped inside, a bit awkward in front of my sister. "Hi, Stephie right?"Stephie nodded, grinning from ear to ear. "Yep, come in. We're just watching tv."I stood up and gave Liv a small kiss and hug, and she sat down with us. I felt oddly excited as well, as if something big and important was going to happen if everything played out the way Stephie and I hoped. Not just in. " "Nobody would believe me. I mean just look at the set up here. A single gorgeous woman in a little black cocktail dress piloting her own space ship and wandering around space rescuing stranded spacemen. It's beyond science fiction I think you'd agree." A brief frown clouded her features and she made as if to speak then thought better of it. It was obvious there was something bothering her. An oppressive silence spread around the little cockpit and she fidgeted nervously with her delicate tiny.