Let's leave it at that, but from now on, please see if you can dampen down the broadcasting of emotions, OK? Remember, we're old now, not young like y...u kids, and we need our rest."I started, "Mom, we are both extremely sorry for that. I will work on putting us in a shield so our emotions don't get broadcast out from our room. I will try to work on that at work tomorrow. They have a Faraday cage for testing some of their components. I wondered if I could be inside and try to broadcast an. I could now push the tip of my cock against the doorway to her womb.“We will never need one those,” as I looked into her dark eyes and smiled.“The only thing better than your pregnant pussy is your fertile pussy, and with every baby you are fertile a little sooner.” Her eyes melted as I stared into them, she always ached to be filled again. I guided her hand over her belly.“Full like it is meant to be, we were born to have babies together.”At this she pushed harder against me and moaned my name. He looked down; his cock covered with a pink sheen of virgin blood, her pussy gripping the shaft almost possessively with each thrust. If he was fucking her too hard, she barely whimpered a protest. It only drove him harder.He pounded into her until she felt his cock head bang against her cervix, but then he drew it out, only to thrust back in, this time Brandy forced to take the full measure of his cock inside her. His cock was rubbing places that had never been touched, teasing and taunting. Maybe it was the wetness and the cold night had made them so erect, or maybe the tingling sensations from Tommy's attentive touch, but I had never seen them so stiff. Then, I felt his towel was gently gliding along the inside of my thigh, in slow soft motions.The sensations were so wonderful and dreamlike, it was as if I was surrendering to the delicate touch of his hands.I don't know how, but I was suddenly pushing my self, my groin, against the towel in Tommy's hand - I was rubbing with an.