1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 13


    Date: 4/1/2016, Categories: Diary, Female/Female, Male / Females, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    the evening with us as well. Of course, Jeremy had no complaints or objections. He was almost as crazy about Lindsay as I was (but not as quite, trust me). (Jeremy interjects here: Sorry to barge in Trish's epic storytelling, but let me point out that what I was witness to that night in the den - Trish relaxing on the floor against the sofa, with Lindsay curled up on her side and using her stomach as a pillow (and randomly splaying it with sweet kisses for hours) was perhaps the most heartwarming scene of my entire life. God, I love Lindsay, and it was times like this which sent me tumbling over the edge in regards to her. She is an angel!) DUH JEREMY, you big lug! Tell us something we don't already know, will you? Now go and get Lindsay pregnant! Kristanna was the last to leave the den that night. I got to hold and cradle Kaden for a long time before Kristanna offered me a deep, drawn-out hug, and a few hushed words of encouragement. She said that I was going to have a long journey before my baby was born, with some bumps along the way, but promised that she and everyone else would be there during every step of the way when I needed their help. Lindsay was all giggles and smiles as she rode Jeremy piggy-back style into one of our home's many guest bedrooms. I followed behind them, cradling a 10 pound sack of flour (which was dubbed _Baby Trish_ at the party earlier). At least for tonight, this seldom-used bedroom would provide the setting for our private, three-way baby ...
    celebration. I actually wanted a piece of Jeremy in the worst way possible, but how could I deny Lindsay as when she hopped down from his shoulders, she promptly came right over and began kissing me? Lindsay promptly backed me onto the nearby love seat and climbed atop me, straddling my lap, her small, tiny hands already massaging and caressing my breasts through the thin blouse I wore. I lovingly kissed her neck and shoulders, blinded by the smell of her body fragrance, and let the sack of flour fall harmlessly to the floor beside us. "You are a bad mother!" Lindsay scolded me, but in a very teasing and playful manner. "Bad mother, Trish! Bad mother! You dropped your baby, and now it has major head trauma!" Normally I would have responded in kind, but those lips of Lindsay's were too soft, too enticing... too succulent for me to resist. When my mouth met hers, Lindsay gave into the temptation immediately and placed her right hand upon my shoulder, then slid it around to the nape of my neck and pulled me closer. I moved my own hands to Lindsay's face, holding her in place as a tidal wave of need and devotion nearly crushed my soul. I kissed her deeply, hungrily. I ran my tongue across the bottom of Lindsay's lush, wholesome lip, tasting the excess sweetness of the pineapple juice she eagerly sipped on just moments ago. Finally, I pulled my mouth away and instead caressed Lindsay's cheek with my thumb. "God, baby," I managed before taking a step back and admiring everything there ...
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