Round, firm breasts. Thick, hard nipples. A distended stomach and soft, smooth pussy mound. That's what awaited him at home every night for the past six months. It was easy to understand how a girl like me could get pregnant by a guy like him. Especially when I saw him everyday, and he refused to let me wear clothes while in the house with him. Oh but I love him so.
It all started a few years ago. We were both sixteen at the time and curious about our bodies and each others. It had started off innocent enough. He'd ask to see my breasts, I'd ask to see his penis. Then he would start to tou... Continue»