"I want you to fuck me," I say. "Please, for god's sake, just fuck me." He smiles, motionless, and I know he wants to hear it all. "Please, fuck me an... cum in me and make me pregnant. I want to have your baby. I want you to fuck me when I'm pregnant and big and tight and I want you to do it again and again-" And he does.His cock slides into me easily, fitting into me as if I was made to fit it like a custom made glove- he’s large but it feels just right. He leans over me, rearranging us on the. The official report on Danelle’s accident from yesterday was the slimmest, containing only several pieces of paper. The lengthiest document was the complete and entirely factual report on the incident by the local Silver Avenue evening watchman Wergan. His report made particular note of my interest in this incident and he commented upon my apparent obvious shock and uncharacteristic dismay at her death. Why did everyone seem to believe that I was a soulless reptile with no more human decency. At work, I dove in and worked straight through breaks and lunch hour. I was happy to bury all thought of home and wife and kids under the demands of fuel injectors, drive chains and fuel pumps. I tackled broken drive gears and hydraulic lifts, anything that challenged me. I worked on the toughest jobs without complaint. I was like a man possessed and was still at it ten hours later when Clyde tapped me on the shoulder for a break."Hey man. Come on! Jesus! Take a break would you? You're making. “Damn, Steph… ” After a moment of that, he pulled me free, and forced me to my feet. Then he backed me up against the wall, I lifted my leg to rest against his hip as he pressed close to me and, with my free hand, I pulled my panties aside to guide him inside. I felt him bury his face in my shoulder as he started a steady thrusting rhythm in me. I felt his groans as they stamped into my flesh. I cupped his hair, and felt myself getting close to orgasm. He always brought me quickly, his dick.