? He knew it wasthe pretty fourteen-year-old in the bathroom.?His wife and sons had both washed already, as had he. Now the littlebitch was cleaning h...erself.? He waiteduntil he could hear her under the stream of water. She was humming to herselfas she showered.? He walked to thebathroom door, then silently opened it.?He had fixed the lock many years ago so that it was inoperative.? This had given him the opportunity to?accidentally? walk in on a number of visiting female guests.? Of course he. Was on top of me, pushing in and out of my pussy and holding on very tightly to my hips. I could feel his claw like nails digging into my skin as he held on and thrusted in and out of me. He leaned down and kissed my lips as he started moving faster and harder. I moaned into his kiss and he moaned too. I wrapped my legs around his body to pull him closer. He laid on top of me, but I could tell he was holding all of his body weight off of my body. I was getting very close to cumming, and I think. Shadow said, "He looks just right for my concept. I liked the idea of agirl in that outfit, but now I'm re-envisioning it for a certain type ofboy. He even smells right. All flowery. Oh, Melinda, you must bereading my mind." So," my wife asked her friend, "shall we get him dressed?"The artist had Melinda turn me slowly around, which added to my alreadyconsiderable discomfort. "Yes," Shadow agreed. "Let's do it."As I was walked through the house naked, the whole scene took on adreamlike. “Do you think about your baby?”“Every single day,” she crackled. She hesitated, in thought. Tears formed in her eyes. “Everyday.”Brad reached for her hand and held it. “I’m sorry, Maggie. It’s none of my business.”“No, it’s okay,” she said. “It’s good to talk about it sometimes. It just makes me sad. Because I know in my heart that the reason I lost my baby is because of the stress I was under: My husband was a loser, he didn’t want a baby, he didn’t love me, I didn’t love him, and I knew I.