"Steve, do you have any idea what you would be letting yourself in for, and the can of worms it would open up. Your mother and aunt would disown you. ...They might not allow Sandra to stay here any longer, and that's not even considering what Mike and Ike would say." I don't care," I told her. "You're carrying my baby. Maybe we can't admit that, now, but if I marry you, I can adopt him, and he'll be my son. I don't care what my mother, or Mike and Ike think. I want to be yours and for you to be. “Bacon and eggs sound okay?” she asked. Ronnie and Frank agreed, and Sue left. As she passed her children’s bedrooms, she could hear snores coming from behind the closed doors. She knocked on each in turn, announcing breakfast, then went downstairs. Neither teen woke, and both slept through breakfast.They were awake by lunch, after which Sue and Ronnie left to visit Sue’s father-in-law. They found him sitting in an armchair in the living room, staring at a blank television screen, a half-empty. I guess I couldn’t blame her. We’d played a game like this on our four-person trip to England, and the four of us had loved the experience and survived okay. So how was this any different?That was the thought I comforted myself with as Jill waved from the passenger window of Callan’s car and I realized I’d not see her now until she returned on Sunday week.For the rest of that day, two sets of equal and opposite thoughts occupied my head. The negative thought – had my mix of optimism and need. I groan, as I feel your cunt muscles pulsating around my cock. Your body shudders as you come down from your orgasm, but I don’t relinquish. I lick my middle finger, rubbing it against your asshole. ‘Fuck me harder!’ You scream as loud as you can. I apply a bit of pressure against your asshole, turning my finger…back and forth, against your tight pink asshole. My cock pumping in and out of your pussy rhythmically still. A steady fucking. ‘Oh please cum in my hungry pussy,’ You say. ‘Plesae, I.