Little by little she allowed her legs to accept more and more of her weight until she was standing somewhat wobbly next to me. She took a tentative st...p, then another and another. Soon she was walking fairly comfortably, although bow legged and it looked as if that eight ball was still wedged up into her birth canal. I lifted the camera bag from the bed of the truck with one hand and held her hand in the other and then we slowly made the short journey into the farm house. As soon as the door. I get it if they don’t.Rebecca and I met in elementary school, later we made the twice daily sojourn by bus through middle school, and then last on to high school we went where we graduated only one year apart. I’m a year older by the way.I guess I’ve always loved her, but I can say there were times I felt like I wanted to absolutely hate her. When she hit high school and I was in the tenth grade she was already every boy’s idea of who they wanted to marry or at least bed. I imagine many of the. I realized I'd walked through my front door, with Tommy still right behind me. "Can I have my picture back, Becky?" Guiltily, I looked up from the picture I'd been staring at and forced myself to look at his face instead of his crotch. "'Ms. Thatcher,' Tommy." Was there a bulge there? He grinned. "You want to see it, don't you, Becky?" I tried to moisten my lips with a tongue suddenly gone dry.Casually he unfastened his belt and slowly slid it free of his jeans. He began unbuttoning his fly.. I fucked her to maximize the friction on her clit and I tried to put lots of pressure on her clit as I ground my pubic bone down on her pleasure bud. I got Grace to the same place I was able to get her sisters so that my youngest daughter was having one screaming orgasm after another. When Grace whimpered, “Daddy, pump me full of hot sperm and get me pregnant. I want to have your baby daddy!” I couldn’t hold back any longer and I shot off in her convulsing snatch.By this time, it was night. We.