I knew that whatever she was doing down there should have beenhurting. I should have been in a lot of pain. Maybe the fact that Icouldn't feel much wa... a mercy. But it was actually a pretty bad signtruth be told.Things became hazy after that and it felt like Meg was still speakingbut I couldn't understand her.Lucidity came in fleeting moments from then on.Someone said "Emergency hysterectomy" but Meg said it was too late forthat.Someone else yelled "She's bradying down." Which meant my heart. I felt it - sometimes I do, sometimes I don't - but that night I felt it, his cum shooting inside of me, plastering the walls of my ass, filling me until it was running out around his cock. It was fucking awesome. . .but not over yet.Back on the floor, cock still hard as fuck, I sat back down on him, guiding that b**st inside of me. As started pumping in and out of me, reaching up to tease my nipples, I stroked my cock until I sprayed my load over his check. I leaned down, resting against his. I said ‘Let me tell you about my day. ‘When I left here this morning I ran away. I ran from my life, I ran away from my job and I ran away from you. I ran away from the child in me, I was positive that I was never gonna come back. I got a little way down the road and I turned around and headed back to you.’ ‘Well, what do you think of that?’ The response was not at all what I expected ‘That is very interesting, before we talk any more about your day let me tell you about mine.’ ‘When I left. Shethen began to tease me in earnest, licking me all over, rarely touchingmy cock but paying lots of attention to my other sensitive parts. Sheasked me how she was doing, and I told her wonderful. I then told herthat she could fulfill any of the fantasies I had told her, because nomatter how awful they seemed to her, they were obviously huge turn-onsfor me as evidenced by a single day in the chastity belt.At that she said, "You mentioned tickling. I used to like tickling mybrother, but it's so.