Perfect. A lot of shit jokes ran through my mind, but I flushed them because I had the DNA I needed for the paternity test and hankered to get back to... that different loving on Bev. Booya.I stashed the diapers in the trunk of my car and went back in the trailer where Bev was waiting patiently. I attached a nice, long spreader bar to the cuffs on her legs and secured the ends of the bar to the eyebolts still on the floor because I didn't want her getting all shy and twisty on me when the fun. And he could get into it without being violent. He could move his hips like a smooth well maintain machine and his muscles and big arms would overpower you but it was an overpowering that felt safe and needed. I heard myself say fuck me as I spread my legs and he demanded that I 'say it' buddy. Take it he was saying and oh yeah, you know you want it. I assumed he was fantasizing about screwing a chick. But I was wanting what was happening and it felt good to feel his dick going in and out of. I was shocked but I was horny as well. I followed her to the parking lot and Jon was waiting at their car. We all got in, and I drove us to their apartment. When the lights came on there were decorations all over the living room wishing Jon a happy birthday. Misty smiled and said that Jon for his birthday wanted to watch her play with someone else. But not just anyone else someone she talked about from work. I was the choice because she had fantasies about dad types. I told her to pull. " I can see why you said I needed to see that," Meagan said as she clicked to stop the video, then went to get the robes she and Peter wore during breaks from posing. "Here. Put this on," she commanded. "Standing around in our underwear is too fucking embarrassing." We're like a couple of Pavlov's dogs, except instead of drooling, we take our clothes off." Huh?" Meagan asked."Pavlov did a famous experiment where he got a dog to drool by ringing a bell every time he fed it. It got to the point.