She got on her knees, put her chest on the bed, her full arse protruding arrogantly and her thighs open so her needy pussy was on full view. She was l...bricated to the point her sweet juice physically dripped between her legs. He could smell her distinct, womanly perfume mixed with her scented body spray and it was delicious. The next move she made was filthy. She reached over to retrieve her butt plug from the dresser. She slowly pressed it between her cheeks using her natural lubricant to ease. I'd been thinking about it all day, and I had really come to feel that Iwanted the babies to be born, not just to screw with his head, with hisidentity, but because they were mine, really, as much as his. Twins. Iwas about to be the mother/father of twins, and it filled me with a senseof accomplishment and longing.Finished, I went online and ordered a dozen roses to be delivered to hishouse the next day. The card would read, "Good luck with the delivery,Miss Jones."The next day my phone rang. I. The wrappings came off. The lotion was applied, just like always. To all three appendages.They didn't all quite get equal time.Paul, however, wanted this one to be about Lois. He thought she looked more than just attentive, during her familiar lotion-applying foreplay. He thought she looked relieved. He figured she was relieved that his erection was as convincing as it ever had been, there in her hands.One thing about being a guy. You can't fake it. Either you've got a boner, or you don't.Paul. “You’ll be okay,” Silas whispered in his ear, finally easing his weight onto the boy so he could rock his hips with less concentration on his arm muscles.He shifted Ian’s wrists into one hand and wrapped his other behind Ian’s neck. The boy’s cries became silent as Silas’s pace picked up.“Ian,” Silas pleaded into his ear, kissing his wet cheek and hair. “You feel so good,” he groaned.Ian’s face was frozen in pain, tears still streaming, and his hair becoming matted in strands over his wet.