I turned my head but with one hand you grabbed my chin and the other pinched my nose until I opened my mouth and you kissed me. You allowed the cum to...run in my mouth as you stuck your tongue deep in my mouth. I squirmed and tried to turn my head but I couldn't.You sat up and looked at me laughing. "Well, you little sissy bitch, you have to admit for your cum eating fantasy to cum true we need a donor, right?" I looked at you, so powerful and sexy, and as disgusted and grossed out by what had. Not realizing that I was the only one who thought it was funny, I sometimes teased her about having sextuplets, until Angie told me to shut up in no uncertain terms.The arrival of the baby occurred almost simultaneously with the end of the rain. Jean went through about 20 hours of painful labor, since we had nothing but Tylenol to help her, and Angie was reluctant to use much of that, since she did not know how it would affect the baby. The women had ordered me to build a birthing chair, since. I realized that I had to think about how to dress. Not because I got cold, but because other people did. I could wear shorts in November, but people would begin to wonder about me. Life in this new shell was going to be challenging enough without that kind of stupid mistake to draw even more attention to myself.I found some old ratty jeans and a cool sweat shirt with a four inch zipper at the neck. I even put on a nylon shell over it all, so that I could at least look like I was dressed for my. It wasso fat I knew my fingers wouldn't reach around it. He wiggled a bit so his shorts would fall to thefloor and stepped out of them. His left hand rubbed his low hanging nuts and moved up to thebase of his pulsing shaft guiding it down to the level of my mouth. His right hand moved behindmy head and gently urged me forward to meet his rod. My eyes were moist with happiness as Iopened my mouth to allow his large organ to slowly slide in as far as it would go. His cock wasso hard and had.