I caressed his awesome chest, huge shoulders, taut abs, and massive arms then his tight ass, which was the second best thing about him. I started kiss...ng everywhere, all but what mattered most. I was the wettest I’d ever been. Almost always I have complete control of my fuck partner due to my looks, not this time. I was the prey. His hands roamed my entire body, while I focused on his. I kept looking at his cock. Every time he noticed he said, “Eyes on where your hands are!” He kept squeezing. Tucker's list as well. By then, of course, the question was who wasn't? Clearly this was a hotbed of 'something going on', and she was on a one-woman crusade to 'do something' about it. We began to see her more and more, and as December morphed into January, and then slid into February, the woman was always visible. She'd singled me out as her primary target, or at least it felt that way, and I couldn't turn around without running into her."I may have to give up our parties," I told Rick one. Meriiiiiiii chooooooot phaaaaaaat gayeeeeeeee.” Maine didi ke hothon ko chumte hue bola, “bas didi, bas ho gaya aur thori der tak takleef hogi aur phir maza hi maza.” Lekin didi phirbhi girgiratee raheeee. Phir maine didi ki koi bat nahi suni aur unki chuncheon ko apne hathon se majbutee se pakarte hue ek aur jor dar dhakka mara aur mere sara ka sara lund ki choot ki choot me ghus gaya. Didi ki choot se khoon ki kuch boond nikal pari. Mai apna pura lund dalne ke bad chupchap didi ke ooper leta. Being proud of this child together. Working hard, together, to provide for the child. It was the kind of life he had always wanted and never thought he’d ever have.And the child miscarried.The child was lost.Taken away from them.That hurt like a sucker punch in the gut. The child he was dreaming about would never be; no raising, no first word, no presents, no holding, no walking, no school, no pride. It had died, been killed, before it even had the chance to have a thought. Because of an.