I was moaning, grunting, and cursing up a storm. This iswhat it felt like to be alive. I felt his balls smacking my ass its sent me over. My first org...sm. I shuttered and froze this orgasmsent me into convulsions. He knew I came, he let out a small chuckle. He flipped me over and smacked my ass. He pushed in, all in one motion. I turned around to lookat him. "The stroke was real". He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked it. "Ahhhhhhhhh, fuck!" He kept a tight grip on my hair. Making my back. A miracle.My firstborn child was brought into this post-Doomsday world at slightly past 2 am, 1 August, 2013. Anne Arwen Schumacher weighed seven pounds, six ounces, and her mother was so drained that she had to sleep before she could actually see her. She had Ninve's grey-green eyes and my own dark brown hair. She was named after the doctor who delivered her and also saved her mother's life in the process of such a difficult birth, while her middle name came from her mother's favorite. The teen had been choosing progressively tighter and more revealing outfits, something they had discussed before."Shall I start calling you Brittany?" skewered Lynette."Oh, Mom. All the girls wear stuff like this, many of them a lot worse than this." We've had this conversation before. I just want you to use some good taste as well as trying to fit in." I know, but this really isn't out of line." Borderline," was all Lynette opined."Message received." Now about the other thing..." It's not a. I didn’t stop him when he pulled my shirt up to suck on my tits. I really enjoyed that. I actually enjoyed it enough I started rubbing his bulge through his sweats. I could feel him getting hard and was getting curious. I gathered my courage and ran my hand down his pants, he groaned a little as he kept sucking my tits and shifted his hips so I could get a full feel. It was not like anything I had felt before, it was almost alive the way it twitched and moved. I was having fun playing.