I pulled my legs together, trapping his cock. I could feel him slipping in the moisture. I was wet! There was no stopping him now. He angled his cock ...p, found my hole with the tip of his cock, and lodged the head of his cock inside me. I grunted, spreading my legs and pushing my ass back at him. He pushed it in another inch or two, then let it sit there, allowing me to get used to his width. His girth was stretching me in the most delightful manner. Just feeling myself opening to him was. I still didn't know if it had been a dill pickle or a sweet pickle. All I knew was that it had been, shall we say, fulfilling? I wonder -- if it was dill, did it make my -- uh -- pucker -- pucker even more? It didn't feel like it.But getting back to the pamphlet, what about Worthington? Had he ever read it himself? I mean, supposedly he had been trained for his position as NiS coordinator by this Federal Office of Social Awareness thing. Maybe he slept through that part of the course. Or, maybe. Dinner went by with a lot of focus on the six babies now in residence. After dinner Nancy lured Brad away so subtly I almost missed their absence. I started the timer on my iPhone. I also bird-dogged my mother so someone else didn’t sweep her up. Rosalin joined me, since she too was part of this conspiracy.Exactly twenty-five minutes after Brad and Nancy had left the room; Rosalin and I nudged Beth towards the bedrooms with promises of an interesting hour. She looked a little skeptical until I. She blushed at the feelings that stirred inside her, and she quickly turned to run away in embarrassment.As Jessica drove along she gripped the wheel tightly thinking of the arousal she felt that day, than she let out a big chuckle as she suddenly remembered what had happened next. For whatever reason she hadn’t thought of it much since, but she recalled it now and she immediately got a warm feeling between her legs. As she ran back to the house that day after feeling her cousin’s manhood.