. I've been feeling the baby move and kick. I can feel that it is alive in me... part of me. And today when I saw... you know when we saw her moving a...nd how perfect she was... It's just that... I don't think I can give her up!" With the last sentence she broke down into huge wracking sobs, holding onto Greg's shirt with all her might, almost hysterical.It was a long time before her crying even began to calm down. All Greg could do was to hold her while her body shook from the emotion that was. She had worn that the rest of the day, even cooking supper dressed in the transparent nightie, a ghostly smile constantly on her face. That night, Richard had eagerly joined his wife in bed, rather than watch a late movie, and the pair of them had made love, Wendy wrapping her arms and legs around her husband, whimpering as he slowly moved against her.Richard woke the next morning when Wendy left for church. A less than religious man, he only went at Christmas and Easter, but his wife went. Soft lips closed around the tip of each of her ample breasts, and a most delightful nibbling brought her nubbin close to spending. She even celebrated the writhing tongue that probed her trembling buttocks, darting insistently across her darkened rosebud.Dashwood gazed on, his bulbous eyes drinking the debauched scene with very apparent relish. Carelessly he drove his pego into the wet mouth that worshiped him. William was less comfortable, but still happy to be of service to his master. He. I then pulled her to my chest. I started to suck her newly big breast. I grabbed both her warm breast and sucked on them. She moaned louder. She tilted her head back and screamed in my SUV. I then grabbed her breast and pushed them around my cock. Molly looked down and then back into my blue eyes. It took her a minute before she started to rub her warm breast along my cock. Take a sip of your drink. Then spit it out. I said. She smiled. She took a big gulp of her Slurpee. Then spit it between.