If we were the wrong couple, I mean if we were not the couple in your dreams, or if the dreams were nothing more than your imaginations during your pregnancy, then don’t you think that sometime Hardcore during last evening and today, something would’ve ‘gone south’ or at least as you just said, ‘scared us off’? Instead, the opposite has occurred. We all felt an intense attraction to each other and then sharing the birth of Poppy... obviously that grew us voyeur closer or as Ashley has said, ‘It love bonded us!’ Kim... I am absolutely... oh what’s the word I’m looking for... ‘SMITTEN with you’... and everything I’ve learned about you by talking tonight and talking this morning with your husband. As far as I know, he feels the same way about Ashley. And the part about having each other’s babies... I can tell you this. Ashley has had a fantasy about about getting impregnated by another man for years. I bet I’ve helped her to a hundred orgasms when the trigger was not me. Instead it was the thought of her getting knocked up by another guy cumming inside. Both of us have always wondered why that particular fantasy worked so well and so long. I’ve rarely heard of it being common in the crowds we’ve played with. Yet... here we are with you two. Maybe all of Ashley’s fantasies were touching something in her future... just like your dreams. You and Mike and Ashley seem predisposed to swapping fathers. I’ll have to be honest. I need some time to adjust to that idea. The implications seem far and wide to me. But if Ashley’s fantasy was going to happen with anyone I would want it to be with you two. I’m glad it’s now all out in the open and not some resident agenda you and Mike were hiding from us. I believe honesty is the foundation to any relationship and especially when we are all about to embark on a journey into intertwined relationships that few people ever think possible let alone attempt. Kim... I feel like I’m falling in love with you in ways that are way beyond my logical mind. I’m glad Mike and I are leaving for a couple weeks. That should give us all some time to cool down and see if indian the feelings we’ve shared this weekend remain. I think we will all know better what’s really real...when we get back.” Usually, the slave for the house would have a room of her own but Murph didn't do that with Morgan. Her pussy giggled as it continued to lick her swollen clit, bringing her to another painful orgasm. That’s not a nice thing to say to your pupil. I stand up, knees creaking and cracking and take the papers off of the bed, placing them on the dressing indian table carefully so that they do not Hardcore get mixed up. My butt-cheeks clenched around his finger, pinning him against my sphincter. "She didn't say how long, just that you go to her place when her husband is out of town. Just needed to work some things out, you know, where we stand with each other and all that.” It was apparent that he wasn’t really comfortable having this discussion but before Tegan could change voyeur the subject Sam cut in. That look of excited lust returned to her face. Both were groaning, and then they were both growling as they sprang up far faster than I thought they were able to. “Look at that little slut nurse on those fingers,” moaned Shelena. And she squirted all over her own fingering-fucking hand, leaving a large puddle on the mattress, between her spread-apart thighs. I leaned over her, not touching her, simply pressing down on the mattress around her while my breath flittered her hair.