John Phillips could wait no more. Patience thin, now evaporated, and he shoved baby aside and took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and began peeli...ng the cellophane off. Suddenly there was a high-pitched screech that started about four octaves above normal and continued to rise. "Don't open the box. Don't open the box! They are my boxes. Mine! Mine Miiinnnne!"John Phillips finished opening the box, ignoring the noise, needing. Baby jumped on his back, screaming, but he shook her off roughly,. He stopped only when he felt the topmost edge of his fingers brush against the underside of her crotch. Keeping this slightest of contact with her knickers, he ran edge of his hand between her legs just once. And then, without hurry, slid it back down to her knee. Then he placed a hand on her other knee, and again slid his palm up this thigh to her crotch. He allowed the contact between his straightened fingers and her crotch to be just a little firmer. Pressing the top edge of his hand against. "I am your son. I know you left me and I'm adopted. My parents are Sara and Tom Morgan."Lucinda's face turned white as a ghost. Those two names sounded so familiar. It was them! She'd signed the adoption papers and remembered seeing their names. They were the ones to adopt her baby! Oh God! Jake was her son! He was the one she'd thought about every day of her life!"No! Oh no! Jake! No you can't be him! No!" She cried.Jake rushed towards her and tried to put his arms around her but she pushed. .. please be gentle”“ok”.I leant down and kissed her on the lips again, and we continued to kiss as I found her pussy with my hand. It was already wet, so I could easily slip a finger in and find her clit. I rubbed it and Sarah started to moan while kissing me. After only about a minute she stopped kissing me and whispered into my ear, “put it in, I want your cock inside me”. I was more than happy to oblige. I kneeled between her legs and spread them apart, then placed the head of my cock on.