The Rotty's sperm had fertilized my egg. It had been in competition with Mike's to reach it first. Maybe that's why I was able to take this puppy to...term. The Rotty's gene's were very dominant and made sure I had his puppy. I smiled as I stroked his head. My son was nursing from me and nobody was ever going to take him away from me. I had my head back and my eyes closed enjoying the moment when I heard a noise. I looked up and saw my husband standing in the doorway. He looked down and. Yet still I hold myself prettily upright and with reddening skin and raggedy breath await my release. Anita’s mouth moves on; her breath departing my pubis to sink down beneath me. A grunt of pleasure escapes Grant’s mouth and his groin wriggles expectantly causing soft, squelching sounds to escape my pussy as his cockhead slaps itself gently against my wet flesh. I am looking down; watching Anita’s face disappear until all that remains visible is her loosely curled hair as it cascades across. She plugged her nose and listened as the shouting resumed and got louder.As was generally the case with him, Wade was being guided by alcohol and rage, though the alcohol was fading and Helen’s refusal to give up her prize and accept her beating for holding out on him was fueling the rage. Wade wasn’t the cleverest person, even in those rare non-incarcerated moments where neither was a factor. This was why, rather than simply look down to see where the 11-year-old’s shoeprints went off the side. “I’ll make you see who’s the winner.” Seeing that everyone else had gone home for the night, Jared carefully stepped into the locker room showers. Humming a tune he had heard on his MP40 player, Jared carefully scrubbed himself free of the filth from Quadball. He laughed silently to himself as he washed what he liked to call his “lady killer” realizing all the while that he really couldn’t satisfy a bat. As he continued cleaning, he suddenly heard a strange noise behind him. Silently,.