“You’ve got it all planned out. And it’s absolutely diabolical.”Yesenia shrugs. “I figure I’ll graduate. My mom and dad, of course, will f...eel obligated to help me get my own place and raise their grandchild. My dad will then be able to come over and fuck me regularly. He’ll even probably give me another baby too.”Zaria cannot believe her ears. “Shit. What about me?”“Maybe we both can get pregnant and live together, raising our kids,” Yesenia suggests. “Our dads would know so that if one wants. I pondered how best to answer her. I'd been thinking about the answer to this issue for about a week already as I was certain this question would not be far from her lips once she awoke. I had hardly made a secret of how I had discovered and 'rescued' her."The optimal response, I suppose" I told her with a wicked gleam in my eye, "would be to do some sort of, Alan Rickman impersonation from "Die Hard" and say that I am in fact an exceptional thief, and not a common one at all. In fact, and I. Kabeer was fucking me hard when I felt my body building up another orgasm. My pussy grabbed his cock as I came again all over his wonderful cock and a minute later he told me he was coming. I looked back to watch his face as he began to make even deeper and harder thrust in me and all of a sudden his hips started to jerk and I knew he was Cumming deep in me and after about 10 powerful jerks he collapsed over me and then stood back up and pulled his cock out. Kabeer bent over and said “you were. I even let her take me shopping, but never told her why I was happy. Randomly over the next months I communicated with whomever it was. I wanted to think it was my father. I needed it to be him. I believed it so much that I completely overlooked the scumbag my mom was dating at the time. At first he seemed really caring, especially toward my sister and me. He bought us brand name clothes, expensive toys, TVs, stereos, phones, tablets and even laptops. Everything was top of the line, fully.