As usual, I let it go to voicemail because fuck those fucking robocalls. After a minute my phone notified me that they had left a voicemail. I entered...my password and waited for the usual robotic voice telling me the IRS was coming for me if I didn't give them my banking information."Hello? Hello, Tom?"I sat up. That was Eudora, Demie's mother."Damnit, I heard your voice. Why aren't you answering me? Tom! This infernal gadget...Look, I'm at 4356 Kent Avenue, apartment 304. Please come as soon. ” She lowered her head, opened her lovely mouth and took my cock inside and proceeded to professionally suck me off, after taking a heavy load in her mouth she spat some in the sample bottle. “Thanks Mr Carter. You,ll get the results of the tests at your local surgery fairly soon.” She left with the sample bottle. A few weeks later Sarah and I were called in for the results. Our doctor began “tests have proved there is no way you two shouldn’t t become parents of c***dren. I. Elite e it comes. ;^P She kept rubbing her self and pushing her self against me like if it was an accident "oops" "giggle giggle" "sorry i keep touching you" "giggle". Shet" i dint mind i liked it couse i kept feeling her boobs against my chest (and i love big boobs and nalgas!(ass))(DAm you TV and internet!...) my d*ck kept rubbing against her as well (i knew she felt my d*ck cause she wouldnt stop rubbing against it and her nice boobs "YEE!). My d*ck was starting to get hard slowy(Im pretty shure that is. What the fuck was that for?! Damn, I didnt do it on purpose! Learn how to catch! I plopped down on the other side of the sectional, grabbed the remote, and turned it to the DIY Network. What the fuck, man! I was watching the game? I ignored him. Oh, its like that, huh? Give me that fuckin remote! He walked toward me, leaned down, and began tickling me. He knew I hated to be tickled! Xavier, stop! –laughing- Xavier, Im not playing, sto- –more laughing-. I fell to the floor and he fell on top of.