Not as fast as her, but quickly for me. My clothes ended up near the chair, somewhere, but I was too engrossed in watching this beautiful creature tou...ching herself for me. She didn't actually masturbate and she just touching and even tasted her fingers. Once I was naked, she smiled and slid back on the bed. She laid down, raised her knees, and spread them almost flat on the bed. Her sweet pussy was open to me.The invitation was unmistakable and even as turned on as I was, I also wanted to do. Dangerous. But doable. Those nights I had to act pissed, so if I was caught in a bedroom, I'd just act drunk and lost. I led a charmed life. Never caught outright, but there were a few near things. Once I was in my best friends oldest sisters bedroom, who wasn't tat the party, and I'd foolishly decided to put on the knickers I'd stolen. Instead of stealing them, going to the bathroom and putting them on,,as most other like minded men would do. No no, I started to change in her bedroom. Luckily. I have to check the kids' stitches. You can wait on the couch over near the nurses station."I made it to the couch without crying. I didn't know if I could handle this. He was totally professional, not the Jeff I'd come to know and love.Jeff came out about 10 minutes later. He asked me to go into the room with him."Both of your children are doing fine. The stitches look good for each of them. Wes is still in his coma. Les will probably be asleep for another 3 or 4 hours. I'll be around in case. There were now seven girls in Karl’s basement. Dasha was eight months pregnant, her belly protruding in a firm round ball. Karl had stopped raping her for fear it would hurt the baby. Instead he made her suck his dick and then drink his sperm while he massaged her breasts. Every day he sucked on her nipples to see if she was producing milk yet. When she started to lactate, he had all the other girls suck on her breasts and drink her warm milk.Morgan was also getting very large. She was so tiny.