Fuck, I had forgotten to return it to the closet before she found it."I, ah, guess I'm busted," I confessed. "I had never even touched it - only you a...d Michael had. You were at the party with him, and I needed to know what it might have been like for you when he put his hands on you that night. When I put my hand up under it, I thought about what it must have been like to be him when he touched you and fingered you. I knew it was a ridiculous thing to do, but I was obsessed with memories of. I knew I was changing. Months went and he never made a real move physically other than chats. Our phone sex sessions made me crazy. His approach was getting clearer. He once called me his slut. I fought over it but after a few days I gave up.I once asked why he didn’t want to do anything. He replied he wanted me to beg for it. I knew I wouldn’t do that. But after a few months, I changed. He changed me. I started staring at hot guys, got horny very easily. I was getting hungrier every second.. Maine uski bra and panty utari to dekhte hi reh gaya. Wow nipples aur choot ekdum pink fir mai apne aap par control nahi kar paya aur nipples ko chusne laga aur choot mei ungli kar raha tha. Wo to aisa sanse le rahi thi jaise generator chal raha ho. Fir usne mujhe litaya aur mere uper aa gayi aur mera shirt aur jeans utar di. Meri underwear tent ban gayi thi aur jab usne utari to kaha omg itna mota lund fir usne hath se hilana shuru kiya aur mere cap pe kiss kiya to maine kaha poora andar lo to. We’ll know who the father is – a man who loves me and isn’t going to run away as soon as I tell him we’re going to be parents. And I love him, and whether or not you love him, you don’t want sex, whereas Dad and I do. No problem, as far as I can see.”It was a long-winded statement, but it seemed to cover all the points, as far as I could tell.“I assume you’re going to expect Dad and me – mainly me – to look after your child while you carry on at school?” said Jenny.“He or she will be your.