The sounds are not the same. Where are we? Are we at Pete and Amber's? I feel my sneakers being removed and I feel Pete pick me up and carry me. He ta...es me down the basement. I start to think about the room that Amber showed me. I am being taken to the room. I start to get excited. I hear the door open. I hear the humming of one of the little devils. I hear Amber moaning. Pete lies me on the floor and I am released from the hogtie that has been keeping me tied. Pete helps me to stand up and. .. mmm... - her voice was trembling and even when she closed her mouth she could not stop her whimpers. In her vagina everything was sticky with love juices. Little turbulences made her squeeze spasmodically the muscles of her sex around the wet wooden spike inside. It was indescribably pleasantly. Crazy, incredibly... She was fucked to the bottom of her soul, the room-walls were blurring in front of her gaze. The whole sinfulness of the act was even more electrifying. The mother had lost the. Sometimes you just don't want to think about what you're eating."Where were you guys today?" I asked."Anna took us to get our final class assignments at IUSB," Courtney said. "We even got to meet our professors when they took us on a tour. I think we have the same English Comp professor you had last year." It was really fun. They said I wouldn't have a problem if I needed to miss a class for therapy or if it was too painful as long as Court was keeping me up-to-date on everything. We figured. Then life changed forever. I remember the moment clearly.I was lying on the floor in the living room one night when Judy walked in, she had a strange look on her face that worried me.“What’s wrong?” I asked, anxiously sitting up and turning towards her.“What makes you think something’s wrong?” she replied enigmatically.“You look different,” I said. “You look worried. Is something wrong?”“That depends on you.””What do you mean?”“I mean it depends how you feel about becoming a Dad.”That was a.