Main ab kamre se bahar chala gaya, aur bahar hi uska intezaar karne laga. Jab chidiya bahar aayi to wo frock jo main use pehnne ko di thi wo use thoda...choti aur tight ho rahi thi, jisse ki uski jhanghen aur chuchiya aur ubhar ke bahar aa gaye the, mera lund ab ekdum khada ho gaya tha aur lungi ke ander tadap raha tha , chidiya ki chut paane le liye. Wo aakar mujhse thoda door khadi ho gayi usne mujhse poocha ” Aunty ji kahan hai”, maine kaha “beta wo so rahi hai, aao min tumhe kuch khane ko de. ”“Up the arse!”“Where else would you fuck me.”“Ok, that was stupid of me, you want me to fuck you with a strapon, with honey dripping off me.”“Well, sort of, but no.”“Will you try and make sense. What then?”“A kind of strapon, it’s called a Feeldoe.”“A what?”“A Feeldoe. It slips inside you and it has a long cock on the outside. When you fuck me you will feel all sorts of nice sensations.”“Riiiight…”Emma nodded slowly, taking it all in and trying to imagine what the device looked like. At least. K. with it, after her crying and talking sleepless nights about it. She eventually really wanted the end result very bad, our own child. She talked about how hard it would be for her to work herself up to do it, and didnt know what to expect when it was happening. We were both not in the right state of mind I think because she was thrilled of the chance of having kid(s) with my DNA, instead of adoption or other means. I lied and told her how DNA works and how my dads is the same as mine and. I wanted to go and watch through the keyhole but decided against it afraid that I might get caught spying. I went back to watching the flick while the sounds continued to come from their bedroom. After a while the sounds died down and after the flick finished I went to my room and jerked off for the third time that day spraying my cum all over my stomach, chest and a bit of it fell on the bedspread too.The next few days passed without much happening. Each day I found myself staring at her.