Fill me up and think about the day in two years or so when you’ll be firing live ammo and making me pregnant.”What?! My sister wants to think abou...t getting pregnant? From me?I think there is something hardwired in a man that trips the trigger whenever the possibility of getting a woman pregnant is involved. I hugged Em down on me with my cock buried as far in her as I could put it and started shooting my blanks on rapid fire. Milking my essence? Yes. She pulled everything I could give her. All of a sudden, entering quietly on bare feet, there was Krystal, bare all over! She went to the toilet, put down the seat and took her morning pee as if I wasn’t even there. I sneaked glances as discreetly as I could and my boxers tented so I pushed against the sink to hide it.She wiped and flushed and then went to the other sink and washed her face. After drying it she smiled and said, “Looks like something thinks I’m sexy.” I turned beet red and she caught herself, “Oh, I forgot that you. Then I began to feel it -- a fullness, a bloating sensation. "Feeling full, now," I said."Roll onto your right side," Cindy coached and I complied."Really full, now," I said and began the doggie-panting she had advised."Almost done. Relax that belly. Let it fill..." I heard her close the clamp on the hose and pull the nozzle from me. "You're done."I rolled onto my back and ran my hands along my belly. "God, I feel full." You look full," she replied. Sure enough, my belly wasn't flat but rounded. Sheila undressed slowly and provocatively for me. Her body was soft and pale, the freckles on her arms and face stopping abruptly at the border of her torso.“Why are you looking at me?” she asked shyly.“Cos you're beautiful,” I replied.“Oh don't be silly,” she said dismissively. “Stop it.”“No, you are beautiful,” I insisted. “You're a perfect woman.”“Penelope Cruz is a perfect woman,” she countered.“For her age and type,” I said. “For me at this moment, this lovely Sheila is perfect. And I'm.