He also found that satin pair of panties with the rose pattern. These were among his favourites, and they always felt so good against his cock. One ti...e he’d sneaked them out the laundry basket and worn them for a whole day. It had given him such a thrill to be in class wearing his sister’s panties, and the thrill had got even more intense as he walked back to the home with her. He imagined her shock, her horror to know he was wearing her used panties, the panties she’d worn the day before.. She smiled and patted her globe. Nearly there, forty-two weeks. Only a couple more! Not much left to do but relax and enjoy myself. Im so big enough already. Dont get me wrong, I love getting so fucking pregnant I waddle like a penguin but my babies are already twelve pounds each. Ugh, shoot me now. Kind of a catch-22, I love being pregnant but I still fucking hate birthing kid this fucking big. Wait, had she said 42? I know pregnancies only last 40 weeks. Maybe this girl had it wrong? She. Angela, curious, stepped toward the door. The music continued, a chorus of “Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween!” She peeked in to see a black haired man in front of a laptop from which the song played. “Candy apple and razor blades, little dead are soon in graves. I remember Halloween.” The man, sensing a presence or seeing a shadow, looked up to the door. He looked shocked that someone was there, but waved for Angela to come in. Angela almost ran away. The last thing she wanted was for. He started talking to me. “That’s it bitch, lick my ass. Lick it whore. (moaned) Feels good.” I kept working his hole with my tongue for a while. Finally, he let go of my braids and slid back. I crawled forward on my knees and started licking on his cock again. I pulled back and dropped a wad of spit on it, then spread it around with my tongue. His cock was fully erect now. So, I licked the balls, then ran my tongue up the full length to his foreskin. I put the tip in my mouth and played with.