Best of all, pregnancy made her super-horny. She was super dirty with our love-making and would sometimes cry out, "ock that baby to sleep," to egg me...on to keep fucking her. She said her belly would be calm for hours after the rocking motion of sex. She was always willing to talk dirty about anything while pregnant.I have a dirty mind and took full advantage of her horniness. What always made me hottest was to get her to talk about all her sexual past in detail, describe other men who made her. Dear Ol' Dad was a picture in a high school yearbook. He took off before my birth so I don't know what the fuck he was like. Mother always just referred to him as, 'The fucking bastard who knocked me up and stayed around making promises just long enough that I couldn't get an abortion'.Grandparents on both sides didn't care if I lived or died. Neither set bothered to show up the night I was born. Mother's parents disowned her before I was born. They bought her a run-down trailer and a lot to. Once she was secured Sam, kissed her on the forehead and asked her if she needed anything, but she told him no. He told her that he would be in the check on her in a bit. She blew him a kiss and he returned to the party.She lay in the bed in a sort of awkward boredom for a few minutes. She flexed her feet from side to side to pass the time and wiggled her toes singing softly to herself. She jumped as far as her restraints would allow and her heart skipped a beat when the door opened. . He reached up and managed to hold me and open the side zip of my pinafore under my arm, reached in and twanged the waistband of my knickers! I gasped in mock shock and giggled again. I managed to struggle free and walk along to the end and turn around."Nearly! But not quite!" I said loudly pointing a finger at Eric.I began to walk towards him again. As I stepped over him with one foot and placed it on the other side of his thigh so I was facing the shelter's concrete wall, he grabbed my.