She couldn’t stand Emily’s haughty attitude. Aunt Shelly was a lot more like me. Adventurous. Typically up to no good. Ya’ know? Fun! We decided...we were going to try, one last time, to get Emily to have a little fun herself. Before it was too late. We agreed to get her friends together and give her a bachelorette party. Shelly and I hit the local “adult” stores. We bought little penis shaped straws. Foam rubber boobs to wear over your shirt. Anything silly and pervy we could think of. Marital. As the day passed and my delivery wounds recovered the libido took over. I now had a volcano below which had been sealed for almost six months and was now ready to erupt or rather ready to receive the lava, I was burning with desires. Though my pregnancy had virtually made me unavailable for my hubby for all these months, he had no natural reason to contain his erection. And being a man in our society, he had options to err. And mortal man that he was, he erred to the extent, making him much. He was playing her like some exquisite musical instrument.She whispered her voice barely audible. “I want to feel You fill me Sir. Master, take Your cock and fuck me like a whore with it. FUCK ME PLEEASE!!” She yelled out as she felt the rush through her veins. It made her body hot and warm. She began to wildlyoscillate her hips. His fingers reached up and snagged into her thick mane. He yanked her head back hard just as He sent His pulsing cock deep into her womb. He bellowed out. He had his cigarette in his mouth as he peed, and he turned his head to me, ‘Fucking hell son, I needed this, must have drank 10 pints’, and as he spoke the red tip on his cigarette glowed. ‘I’m not a boy’, I said, nervously, and then he rather stupidly asked who I was, as if being a girl was an impossibility. ‘I’m a girl’, I said f***efully, that was when he turned to me, still peeing, ‘You’re a girl’, he retorted credulously, and my heart sank at my presumed unattractiveness. I think he saw.