It was a dream come true for me; as a lowly freshman, I found him attractive but thought I stood no chance. Our hook-up sessions had never gone beyond...hands and kissing. Our purely physical relations never went beyond friendship because it couldn’t. He had a sister in my grade and we both didn’t want that drama on our plates. When he left for college, we grew apart and kept minimal contact – even when he had long breaks. Though school ended for him in May, this was the first time we were. I went over to get them off the conveyor, and I was shocked by the fact they had allowed her to put them on, and even more shocked that they hadn't charged her for excess baggage weight. They were heavy as hell, but as I put the first one on the floor it moved. I grabbed the second one he used, and heaved it up and over the edge of the conveyor. When it touched the floor, it moved as well. Hallelujah, they were equipped with casters that she didn't know about. She still couldn't have done it. She waited, not moving, her mind racing in circles. Her stepson had been fucking her for weeks and she had been too blitzed on drugs and booze to realize that they weren't just sexy dreams. And he had actually impregnated her! Her nipples suddenly became hard at that thought. She had wanted a baby ever since she was a teenager, wanting to feel it suckling on her oh-so-sensitive nipples, nourishing that life with her own body, and Carl had never had the ability to give her what she wanted.It. No not like that,” she added, thumping my arm hard as I gave her a knowing look. “I had a hangover, the last thing I felt was sexy. No, just feeling up inside myself, wondering why the hell it was so wet and really sticky, right up to my cervix, and I was leaking out so much.”“Isn’t it usually? I asked curiously. “I do my best to make it wet and sticky most nights.”“No,” she answered, “Not sticky like it was inside me this morning, I was soaked, so was the bed and you don’t make my vagina like.