He told Susan to present herself to his friends, then turned and at the control panel, lifting the chain till it was well above her head. “Susan, I...want you to lower your arms and turn around,” he said. Then to the others, “I have worked very hard to make this dungeon unique, and as you’ll see, I’ve spared no expense.” Susan had lowered her arms and stood with them at her side, she watched as Peter went to a spot in the center of the back wall of the room, then removed several sections of the. Technically it’s not in her belly... but how could I resist her huge child-bearing hips? They were like a symbol of how I should make her belly swell with my babies because she certainly had the hips for it.“Whoah, what am I thinking?” I whispered to myself. I don’t want to get Monet or anyone pregnant! Although it was kinky it was a mistake to cum in her. It’s also a mistake to think all these things just because I can see my cousin’s stomach. Why would that send me down such a strange train. Everything else could just be passed off by both of us as innocent play, but if I tried to touch her tits and she rebuffed me, it would be more than embarrassing. Her skin was supple, yielding to the pressure of my fingers. I passed the seam, passed over into forbidden territory. My fingers touched the bottom of my daughter s tits and moved up, prodding her soft globes. Julie moved, and I froze. I expected her to push me away, to shout at me, call me a pervert and run to her mother. Instead,. "You didn't clean your room. Get dressed!" He stumbles out of bed. "Huh...what?" "Get dressed right now!!" His mother is furious. He dresses and walks into the living room. She is standing there waiting for him. She walks out the garage door and steps into the car. "Get in." Michael gets into the car, wondering what is going on. They drive and drive and drive for what seems like hours. Neither of them say a word. He grows nervous as he watches the scenery change. Finally.