It was early and everyone was still asleep. He got himself off the sofa and walked down the hallway to his bathroom. The bathroom was right next to hi... bedroom where Sherry was sleeping. When he finished peeing, he looked down at his cock in his hand. He considered jacking off like he did most mornings. But he usually did so laying on his bed.In his normal routine, he would pull his unusually heavy suitcase down from the top of his closet. After unzipping the black bag and lifting the lid, he. Before her now, as alwaysthese days, she saw the soft features of a goddess. Gone was her sharpjaw-line, her strong forehead, her prominent Adams apple and her thicknose. Today's Gemma was a goddess, she was a temple that every man (andhis cock) was getting accustomed to worshipping; a wonderful softfabulous vessel that men simply were unable to keep their hands off.As she squeezed the baby oil into the water she focused on her newlyinstalled titties and nearly cried with joy. They were just SO. As I begin to trail my fingers down to my clit, the thoughts of being bred by him, of not just being his bitch, but his breeding bitch became too much. With my fingers hovering just above my clit, I feel my orgasm build, hard. And I quickly plunge the base of my palm against my clit, with my fingers splayed against his fat knot and my stretched lips. I press hard, and feel the pleasure pulling, pushing, building, and…Before it I can erupt in orgasm, I feel Brutus adjust himself, he pulls his. There is a good chance you will come through this unscathed. All that matters now, is to let the sickness run its course, and take things from there."He smiled faintly, gave me a pat on the shoulder, then stepped out into the corridor. My sister went with him, and I could hear them talking, but I was too much in shock to try and overhear what the were saying.What was I going to do! Right now, I could be turning into a monster! What would happen to me when my father found out? I was terrified.A.