I whimpered and groaned. My futa-cock pulsed and spurted over and over into her body, flooding her with so much of my passion. I loved it. It was the best. My head lolled to the right as my pleasure peaked. Adelia indian stared at me, her asian caramel face twisted with excited pleasure, her breasts rising and falling in her blouse. She licked her lips as she watched me erupt. “Oh, Becky!” Sharron moaned, slumping back into me. “Oh, wow, honey, that was so hot.” “Yes, it was,” panted Adelia. “You're just glowing, Sharron. Pregnant and cumming on your futa-wife's dick. What a contestant you would have made in the Ms. Bred beauty pageant.” “Mmm, she would have won,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering. “How could I vote against my own pregnant wife?” “It was because of this interview with flashing Amelia McCreery that the Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant was created, correct?” Adelia asked. Despite her horniness, she couldn't stop being an interviewer. “Mmm, yes, I met Carter Mondale, then President of CNN. He pitched the whole idea, inspired by how I made his newest commentator perform on stage. To beg to be bred by me. He thought it had potential to be expanded upon. To make a whole wicked production out of.” I shivered. “I completely agreed with him.” By the time Jenny had come out of the shower a few flashing things had changed. I almost shouted when her lips enfolded my asian clit. “Fuck yes, that was awesome.” Cindy said, with devious smile on her face. But she was telling everyone that it was my baby," I say to Jill. Both Abigail and Jessica stared indian blankly and silently in to space. "Ooo horror!" I was more than a bit nervous, because I rarely dated a lady this young. Beth sighed. “I suppose you want my cum inside you as well, Ash?” If you'll sit here, I'll show you.” “What’s wrong?” she asked me. Before I left the parking lot I text my husband Mark, tonight before we chicken out, I am going home to get ready! Though their hearts had stopped, and they’d been reborn, they hadn’t truly died. Gia wrapped her own hand around Lacy’s setting the pace at which she was stroked, her other hand still idly plucking at Layla’s dark nipple, “Mm… Because now she’s going to move in with me and my sister,” Gia grinned, “It’s more than just sex now, she’s our girlfriend.” Even though everything we did last night was such wonderful incest, I still felt I was doing something furtive in the privacy of my bedroom only to have my dad walk in on us, naked.