Posey’s were round and firm, a sweet honeyed apple size that were twice as nice. I needed to not know that. “Molly do you want her pregnant befor... she’s eighteen? Is that the grand plan?” I shouted through the phone. “Stop slut shaming Craig, it’s just an outfit!” “No, it’s not. It’s less than one.” “Then tell her to take it off, I don’t give a damn, it’s your house. You’re the bad guy.” “Fine, I will. Someone has to be the adult around here.” “Adulterer you mean.” I hung up. Molly was a. ”“What?” he flustered.“The pump. Remember the shower pump. You pump me, and I could then pump you.”“Oh, I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” he asserted, even as his little man stirred at the thought of seeing ... and feeling her sexy cute body.“Suit yourself, I’ll have to see if Kalena or the others can.”“Yes, yes, that will be good.”He busied himself as she left, her perfect little butt swinging her tight shorts as she left. He took a deep breath to calm himself.As he finished up and was. " I say, to deaf ears."I'm not neglecting him," Liam scoffs. "I will deal with this tomorrow. He knows the rules, for disobeying me. I'm too tired to do this now." Liam, he's unstable. Look at the state of him. He's intoxicated to the point he nearly fell to his death, and he laughed. You need to keep an eye on him. I know he's important to you, so treat him like he is, or you will lose him, one way or the other."Liam lifts my face to him, appearing alarmed, then nods to James, and they head up. As he recovered, he lifted me to my feet and he said, "Now I want you to go over and give your husband a French kiss. Will you do that for me?" I nodded my head yes then turned to my cuckold and he looked so pathetic, sitting there with his pants down around his ankles, his hands in his lap, playing with himself. I walked toward him. He hadn't seen my tits in a long time so his eyes were fixated on them. I couldn't believe this was all happening. It seemed like a dream and I didn't think he.