She even started calling me her'fella', which still jarred in my ears a little. When Tracy's baby wasborn - a girl - she started to spend a lot of tim... with her sister too,and I could tell she was getting broody in way I'd never expected theslightly wild and unique girl I'd met to become. But when I brought upadoption she'd always bat the idea away, which started to infuriate me. Ifshe wanted a kid, I'd tell her, it was the only way, her biology lessonsshould have told her as much. Charlie and. “Fuck me, Marty!” I murmurred, “Fuck momma, good.!”If the Great Spirit was looking down from the eagle's perspective, he saw me on my back with my knees high, asshole exposed to the sky and my hole plugged with my son's cock. Like a wild animal I was locked in mating, devolved back to the most primitive instincts - yes, plant a seed in this squaw! "Give me your child, Marty!" I encouraged my ravager as he pounded away at my blood-engorged gash. The squishing sounds were all but drowned out. "I nodded, but carefully guided her petite hand to my hard-on and lowered my mouth to hers. Her mouth didn't shy away. Its warmth warmed me and hardened me further. She even met my tongue when it encountered hers in her mouth. "Oh Joseph," she muttered when our kiss ended. A serious expression communicated nothing but love. And no tension marred the look. "Fix me a glass?" she smiled, ending the moment pleasantly."Wine glasses?' I inquired.She pointed at a cabinet and her arm continued around. I helped her snuggle with her head on my shoulder.“Just relax.”I gently ran my hands over her back and her firm butt and she sighed deeply. I slid a hand to her hip, then up her side, ending with my palm cupping her soft breast through her fuzzy sweater and bra. She lifted her head and looked me deep in the eyes, then leaned forward to kiss me. This time, her full lips parted and her tongue met mine, and we began the slow, sensual journey that had but one destination. I took my time working.