Some girls he had been with once they climaxed, that was it, but Lizzie was so, so different and so much better than anyone. She was moaning and sayin... things like "Yes, yes, keep doing it". His fingers worked overtime, pushing, kneading shoving her flesh. At one stage three fingers were deep inside her twat, two in her ass and she was rubbing her clit like mad.Her position was still one foot on the floor of the car, one knee on the passenger seat as he plunged time again and again into her. Are you going to pay me back?" I wanted to sound a little whiny and pissed at being made a slave to Miss Tiff's whims."Eddy," said mom jumping in right on cue, "I'm sure you can build your sister a radio with very little effort. I will pay for the parts if Tiff doesn't have the money. " What are you guys talking about?" asked Jane. She came in early on this discussion. I didn't want her involved in this until after the deal with Tiff had been concluded and the new Mark IV PEEPER was in Tiff's. As soon as 15 year old girls start to giggle at the word “hump” or when the word “penis” pops up in conversations (“its a proper word isn’t it?”) I knew it was time. I didn’t want her to learn about stuff from some 60 year old hag at school, teaching Sex Ed out of a 60 year old textbook. Or worse yet, rumors from her friends or lies from boys.I also noticed things about her body that told me it was time. If I was noticing them, other guys were. For instance, one night I sat on the couch. . well it feels like it. Bang! You're past Manchester and heading home ... it's not far.I wanted Jess. I wanted her. In my bed, in the tub, on the couch, up on the telescope platform. She was different than the cookie cutter "J's." I could be pleased and happy keeping her pregnant and happy. Pregnant? Oh-My-God ... I wanted kids. My kids, her kids, our children. Grandchildren. I wanted out children to have grandchildren. A rosy future with the money to make life wonderful. A new beginning for.