I rode to the cliffs surrounded my town and just sat down and cried because I just did not know how to deal with anything like this I mean come on I w...as only fifteen fucking years old.Finally I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to go home and I picked up my bike and slowly coasted to my home. I stepped into the house and was immediately seized and dragged to the couch where my mother told me in no uncertain terms to sit down. She looked at me and began to tell me her story of what. ”“I’m feeling fine. Dad, will you look at me?” Dan made his last razor run and looked up at her. “Dad, I’m pregnant.”“What?! I mean, you are?”“Yes,” she beamed.“I have to ask, am I going to be a father with you again?”“Yes,” she blushed. “Daddy, please don’t be mad at me.”“I don’t think I’m mad, just stunned. You should be making your babies with Ben, not me,” he said washing her pussy clean.“I know and under different circumstances, I’d gladly be one of your wives.”“I don’t know what to say.. “I usually wear shorts and a t-shirt over it at the beach, but the girls reminded me they were wearing far less. I doubt I will ever be comfortable being dressed as they are, but I’m tired of feeling I need to hide my body. I know I won’t be judged here, so I decided to be bold.”“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Aurora,” I told her. “After five children, a few stretch marks are expected, but if you’re really worried about that you should talk to Kiera and Sonia. They spent a lot of time. "I staggered to my feet as she say out on the towel, the sperm glistening on her breasts. My trembling hands squeezed some oil onto them and mixed it with the sperm as she purred in contentment. "Put some on my pussy," she said. I did, and she rubbed it in slowly and languorously. She proceeded to masturbate as I oiled her tits. I then did her legs and arms and face. Finally, I returned to her crotch, kissed her cunt, and inserted a finger into her vagina. She didn't protest, so I stroked the.