I don't blame him. It's all my fault, really. Or at least I take responsibility for being so careless.But now it's Saturday night and I'm out of my...mind with wanton lust. I'm weeks away from giving birth. I don't know if my hormones are all whacked out, or if I'm just a slut, like my father is always quick to point out. But I'm desperate for some sort of release: and the nastier the better. I take a long shower and shave everything I can reach. I consider my options as I put on my face. I stopped thinking and buried my face in her gigantic tits, kissing them, sucking on them, becoming one with them. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling myself into her depths, deeper than I thought I could. I gripped her ass, that seemed to have the feel of one of those stress balls, firm yet giving, and my mind slipped away. I was an animal. I spanked her as hard as I could and I heard her yelp like a stuck pig, felt her bite down into my shoulder, then felt my warm blood trickle down my. She doesnt resist, so I enjoy her lips, ass, and tit freely for a few minutes. Then, as I got more daring, I slip my hand into her pants. She breaks the kiss for the first time. I think Ive gone too far as she says, Mmmmmm, youre getting a bit frisky, arent ya? I like it. Lets go somewhere a bit more comfy. So we stand up and I accompany Jessica to the girls locker room. It was the middle of fifth period and no one would be in here for a while. I slam Jessica against the lockers and force my. His biological mother had been okay with us living as a family as long as she was able to see her son often but the death of his father changed things. He began splitting time with her and me but it was clear to me that he preferred her. I was not going to interfere with them and that led me to step out of the way many times. It wasn’t until high school that he began living with me but even that was only because of the proximity to the school. Regardless of what I felt or thought, I had truly.