‘What the heck was that all about?’ She thought as she got up and went downstairs to the kitchen to have some breakfast. She was halfway through a...bowl of Go Lean and a simple glass of grapefruit juice when her phone rang again. ‘Hello?’ The loud buzzing noise filled her ears once again and she quickly slammed the phone down again. Suddenly all the phones in the house started ringing jarring her from her seat. The noise was deafening as she cupped her hands to her ears shutting her eyes tightly. Maine mauka dekh kar mr sinha ko saari baat samjha di, who to pehle hi mujhe pane ke liye besabra tha isliye kuch bhi acha bura soche bina han keh di. Ab mare pati se baat karne ki baari thi, ek din maine bister me sex karte waqt ape pati se kaha ki kyon na hum kisi aur se baccha god Lele. Who nahi mane aur mai rone lagi. Unhone mujhe chup kara diya. Phir maine unhe kisi aur ki kokh se apna bacha karne ki baat keh di, who pehle to chaunk gaye phir kuch der baad soch kar bole ki aisa hoga kaise.. "Her pussy lips were very engorged, either through horniness or her well-progressed pregnancy. I was easily able to find her clitoris, and I stimulated that and her pussy lips until she arched in orgasm.As she calmed down she said, "Rats. I was hoping that might start things off. I'm getting really tired of being so big."I sat back, wiped her pussy juice from my face, and considered. "So will you be getting a C-section to keep your powers?"She gave me a shocked look. "How can you even suggest. ’ ‘Ok. I’d better meet her,’ I said. Dominique had to either be some sort of extreme feminist, or a major slut, to want to strip with ten high school guys glaring at her, and I wasn’t really anxious to meet either. My mom was bony, liked to wear suits to work, and decided to keep her name after she married, but she wasn’t what I’d call a hard-core feminist, and I had gotten enough attention from sluts in high school. The two of us walked into the men’s locker room, which smelled of soap and.