He then reached over to his compartment and opened it to get out a tube of something. He squeesed some onto his finger and replaced his hand to my ass...hole. I could feel him pushing his finger in deeper and moving it around. This was really turning me on. He then pulled me up so that I was laying across the seat over him and he was able to continue pushing his finger into my ass hole even deeper. I could hear his breathing start to get heavier and he would push his cock deeper into my mouth.. How about knocking me up while I'm drunk?"My mother bit my earlobe and then whisper. "If you don't wanna take responsibility, that's fine. Besides, I won't remember any of this."Seeing my mother act irresponsibly entice my hungry cock. "Damn, you're such a careless slut."My mother can feel my cock pulsating and say. "When I was pregnant with my daughter, I didn't have symptoms until three months later. If I'm pregnant again, I'm sure the same thing will occur. When a child develop this far,. As I saw her walking by me with the giggle in her tits, I grabbed her wrist, pulled her and hugged her tightly. She just said in a very faint voice, “please don’t, I will not be able to show my face to anyone, or see my face in the mirror. This is a big sin” Her pleading excited me so much that, I started breathing on her neck while holding her tightly. Her soft body was exciting and boobs were way bigger than my wife. She kinda smelled like my wife. I said Mami, please l can’t control anymore,. My husband was feeling a yearning that gnawed like a rat in a cage fixed on your testicles. 'Yes!' he said irritably, shaking his head. He seemed obsessed. 'Will you phone him and say thank you when I give you his number?' I asked cruelly. Peter was struggling to breathe now, he really did need another fix. 'Yes!' Peter nodded for good measure. 'OK then' I soothed and admitted him to what he craved. He swirled his tongue against me, his lips moving, moving. Slowly, deliciously, I climaxed. I.