“Yes, Master.” I pulled my cock out of our mother's cunt. The creamy spunk dribbled out of her, coating her swollen labia. She gaped open from my cock. Her pussy wasn't as tight a slit as Alexis's. Mom had thicker labia, a more mature look. Alexis stretched as she turned around. My eyes fell on her body, sweeping down her plump breasts, which definitely appeared a cup size or more larger now, and the sweeping curve of her belly. She had a nice baby bump and... Baby bump? “Alexis!” I indian gasped, shock shooting through me. “Why is your pregnancy showing already!” “What?” she gasped. “My pregnancy isn't...” Her words trailed off and I felt the spike of fear knife through her soul. She grasped her swollen belly. She looked four or five months pregnant now. When I freed her from the supply closet, she wasn't showing at all. My sister gripped her belly while Mom bolted up and my dad rushed towards us. “What's going on, Alex?” Alexis asked, staring at me in shock. “What did the nanites do to our child?” Sirvard Vahan – Cancer The door opened. My fully cuckolded and dominated husband shuffled inside. The abusive asshole, who used our religion to keep me cowed desi with his 'discipline,' stared down at the ground, his beardless cheeks making him look even more pathetic. A Muslim man grew a beard. A boy shaved his cheeks. For twenty years, I'd been married to him. His cock twitched and released a large dollop of pre-come, making a wet spot on his khaki pants. Thank you. I lubed my rock hard cock. She asked. “This business will destroy you,” Everett said, still leaning against the wall. "No sir" she replied. A dog indian was the first male of any kind to lick my cunt. I bet if you were within range she would’ve fucked you instead of him. Except anal sex, but that would be another day. Her hand went flat and wobbled, giving me the universal symbol for ‘Kind of.’ She then scratched her head and throw up her arms in frustration. Hearing all this, a shiver ran through my body, I couldn’t believe my luck. I screamed and then I felt someone grab my other ankle. Walking back to the front desi of the trailer, Emmitt jerked the covers off of Earl, still asleep on the sofa. If you are, please give this chapter a positive rating. But it might be all night before she’s reduced to screaming for mercy. The next picture Lori was on a boat.