Pretending to be as innocent as she was. Saying ‘fuck’ today, that wasn’t coincidence. That was a message. Hell, I bet Captain Suave was a plant... She asked him to appear in front of us to make me jealous, to make me do something. Hell, I bet he was a nice guy in real life.In real life ... I chuckled to myself. I sounded pathetic. Was I just a monster? Maybe. May-freaking-be. But as far as I knew, I bet I wasn’t one. I bet it was all true, that Molly wanted me too and everything was going to be. At last, my brother couldn't resist my demands any longer and he gave up his seed, pouring his perfect gift into the depths of my unprotected womb. The realization sent me into another spasm and we became one mass of fused orgasmic flesh!Finally, the flood slowed to a trickle, his cum running into me as my womb milked it from him. Our emotional and physical state began to return to normal and our fucking motions subsided. We lay there, exhausted, our bodies still locked together. My pussy. She said, “I never knew that you liked fishing.”“Well, I haven’t done it in years,” Jack said shrugging his shoulders. He hadn’t expected her to know about that since the subject had never come up in the past.“I didn’t know that you knew how to build things,” she said. Watching him build the boat had been fascinating. She’d never seen anyone build something out of wood before. It amazed her to see that stack of wood slowly turn into a boat.“I’m just a man. That’s what men do to relax. We build. I don’t remember much about the meal but I do remember drinking 7 and 7’s all night long. Harry wasn’t much of a fast dancer but loved to slow dance, holding me close and kissing my neck as he squeezed by bum. I noticed his hard on seemed bigger that night and as we danced I reached down and felt it and realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. That gave me a rush that made me so wet I wanted to lay him right there on the dance floor. They played three slow songs in a row and on each one Harry.