“Fuck, yeah,” he once more confirmed, “You should really give my fingers a good sniff.”In a flash, Calvin gripped hold of his stepbrother’s ...head before forcing his fingers under Donnie’s nostrils. Pretending to fight Calvin off, Donnie happily knew that he wouldn’t succeed and that his powerful stepbrother had the upper hand. Restrained, he inhaled the magical aroma of Calvin’s masculinity.“Fuck you, Calvin,” was all that Donnie could proffer, as he pretended to fight.A flood of horniness. "Oh, babe, would you be a dear and help mummy get out of her skirt?" I would love to,” he said eagerly.Conflicted as I felt, this was another key point in the fast-paced development of our relationship. Unzipped, the skirt fell to my ankles and Sam stood and pressed himself against me again. I could feel the sexual heat building between us and all that separated my son’s hard cock from my pussy was the thin material of his shorts and my panties.I kicked the skirt from my ankles and Sam took. .. my b-baby ... take the baby..." She was a sad one, which wasn't surprising given her youth. Pretty too, even with her red-rimmed eyes and puffy lips. She was brunette and pale, with soft brown eyes and small firm breasts above the impressive swell of her abdomen. She was 30 weeks to the day and now her life was almost over."Abortion is illegal." Her spiritual aide, a middle-aged nun in the crimson habit of the Order of St. Daphne, spoke to the girl gently. "They can't take your child, Sarah,. She moaned and wiggled as I filled her kitty and pushed the jelly beans down I started to laugh because her kitty was starting to become the colors of the rainbow, but Jillian got mad and grabbed my hair while pulling my face to her crotch.-You little slut you think this is funny? Just because of that you won’t get paid you dirty little whore.I started to cry and plead her not to be mad and told her how much I loved her. She hugged me tight and kissed me hard telling me she was sorry and she.