Little did I know that one of his tiny wriggling and little seed, the peek of his manhood, would catch and start growing inside my fertile womb, even ...hough I was always full of his cream. I remember that at first I insisted on having my panties on when walking around in the house and doing the chores, but later on I discovered that it wouldn't be possible. The cum that oozed out of me would force me to wash panties every single day since they got all sticky and then turning hard as his cum. I sit on the edge of the seat, gently touching his cock and tell him that as I try on each of the outfits we will see how hard he gets. Whichever outfit gets him hardest is the one we will get for our weekend away.Hanging along the wall is the red babydoll & French frilly knickers, the maid outfit with g-string, the pink & black basque with crotchless knickers and the fishnet body stocking.So continue this do you want to know:1 – What gets him hardest and what we do?2 – What happens when the. “Got to admit, this surprise has peaked my curiosity,” I confessed. “Can you give me any hints as to where we're heading and what you have planned?” “I'll say this,” Becca remarked, as she made a left turn. “I have a feeling this trip is one that you're going to remember for quite some time.” Becca looked out her window. Then she flipped on her turn signal and got into the right lane. She kept the turn signal on as she prepared to turn right again. “We're here,” Becca announced. I looked. "I, darling?" replied Marcelo, placing a palm to his chest, "I show women how to perform the ultimate sexual act; the art of love in its most pure animalistic form. I show women how to give true love and pleasure in a way that no man can resist. I speak of course of the noble art of paizuri, spagnola, the bunny rub; I teach girls how to perfect mammory intercourse." Sorry what was that again?" asked Jane. She'd lost track at around animalistic."Titty-fucking dear." Replied Marcelo. "Now please.