I knew that Melanie's maternal instincts had kicked in at this point. She currently had a strong, healthy, young stud inside her and there was no doubt she would've loved to add my excellent genetic code to her equally spectacular one. This brought up a number of issues. Was Melanie currently under the control of her hormones? No question, everything about her wanted a baby at this moment. Her brain was currently pumping her full of chemicals that would make her obsessed to feel my seed flooding her, but what about after? Would she still feel the anal same after the chemicals wore off? If I did get her pregnant, what would that mean to me? Would I want to make this woman I love pregnant? Would I demand to raise it or would I want Robert to? What would happen if I left Melanie pregnant and Robert didn't want it? What would happen to Melanie? What would happen to my baby? So many questions, but none of that mattered, because I too was doped up by the release of my own hormones and propagating my genetic code was a very powerful aphrodisiac. Besides, I was already ruining his wife's hole for Daddy him, what a better 'fuck you' for kicking me out than to leave a little reminder inside his wife for him. I picked up my pace, as I felt my balls rise, the tiny muscles in my groin adjusting to build up the first of what would be many loads. "I'm cumming!" I roared, as I hammered away on her little thighs, until I felt the first twinge, the electric signal that fired across the synapses of my brain, down my spinal column, into my testicles, contracting my muscles in succession as my abundant seed ripped down the length of my urethra and like a cannon, exploding from the barrel into the confined space at the back of Melanie's vagina. Focused on my ejaculation, her deep love for me and the desire to be bred by me, Melanie was triggered into another orgasm when she felt the first heavy blast splatter against her insides. Fueled by my own desire to sire a child within blowjob her, I adjusted my position so that my head pressed firmly against her cervix where I would pump the remainder of my seed. If Melanie was fertile, her cervix would gay be open right now and my sperm would not have to make the difficult trip up her vagina and into her cervix before it closed or they died. No, if she was fertile, I was currently basting her egg in my essence. I collapsed on top of Melanie as the final spurts of cum shot into her. I wrapped her in my arms and held her close, supporting most of my weight on my elbows I had tucked underneath her. We lied there motionless for what seemed like forever as my cock would twitch sporadically, in it's death throes, as it fought to the last to empty any remaining seed into her. Even as I grew limp inside her, I was deep enough to avoid being pushed out and that suited us both just fine. When we had regained enough composure, I was able to hold her to me in one arm and use my other and legs to work us both onto the bed to lie side by side. Melanie, at 5' 1", was so much smaller and petite than my 6' 3" broad frame that I'm sure it would appear criminal as she lied curled up amateur against me clinging tightly to my embrace, my greasy snake sleeping soundly in her tiny little body. After about twenty minutes of just lying there, enjoying one another in the peace and quite of her marital bed, she spoke. My arms are wrapped around her back, my hands gripping her shoulders. I spoke to Mike the landlord who told me that it had been a fairly quiet night for a change, and he was just closing up, and Kim had left about 1/2 hr ago. She stepped out of the water and began to rub her hands over her body, softly caressing her breasts, her fingers circling her nipples as she let out amateur a soft moan. She realizes that this is the only other man to cum in her mouth. A person she thought who blowjob may protect her, even for a short while, from the hurt of the world. I wasn’t too happy when the man told us that they’d have to anal get the car from another branch, that there was a lot of paperwork to sort out, and that they wanted to make a big thing of handing it over to me. The killer came when he said that he’d like me to be dressed the same way as I was in that room in London. Dorothy pulled Karen’s hand to her lips and kissed it. His penis was about half hard and hung loosely down from his thin mat of wet pubic hair and as he reached the blanket, she Daddy could see his balls. The woman quickly got bored though. *So in Spicy Story, each story is a segment, following an intro. the nights they DID get high, it gay was like I had the house to myself! “We have kissed each other . . . "Wow. Then walked around the house in that for a while. The cops park right outside the driveway and walk towards the house.