Trisha can't have gone for help. It would have arrived long before now.The woman in that room. She's not my mother.You stupid little tart! Why couldn'... you have left things alone?I swing my legs round and instantly wish I hadn't, for the nausea thatsweeps through my system has me sitting with my head bent forward anddribbling like a senile old woman. It's several minutes before I recoversufficiently to take note of the pinewood wardrobe and matching chest ofdrawers facing the window, or the. I was staying next door at the Hilton. They had just remodeled and the rooms were beautiful. One nice addition was that the windows had been increased in size. They were now floor to ceiling. I like to wake with the morning light and so years ago I started sleeping with the windows curtains open. I think this also fell in line with my exhibitionist streak. I slept naked and so often I would wake with the warm light bathing my naked body through the windows. I would then feel the need to. Dhani’s contractions were so close together that I wound up delivering the baby myself right there on my kitchen floor with a lot of help from the emergency operator on the other end of the line.I had never seen anything like it in my life. I was only thirty-two years old but I thought that I had seen it all. On Dhani I sure had. I saw her pussy open up large enough to pass a baby through it. I had seen her swollen breasts heaving during her contractions and when she pushed. I saw the look of. So suck my jizz you whore." I've become used to being called all kinds of names, from both male and female, whether it's a boy or girl.Daddy grabbed the back of my head, but I knew what was happening. I had felt that wonderful cock swell in my mouth. Daddy let out a long moan and I felt the first of several jets, of hot sweet daddy cum filling my mouth. "Oh god, you're such a sweet little whore," he moaned. I held the ridge just inside my lips, as rope after rope painted my tongue, until he.