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  • Winter time meant everyone was bundled up yet here and there you were still able to spot a pregnant student. It was around this time that I finally realized or, came to terms tits with, white the fact that I had developed a pregnancy and impregnation reality fetish as well as a belly fetish young according to Avery. I would get hard instantly when spotting a pregnant student. Not all of them were sexy but a majority of the ones I’ve come across were. It was wrong. I knew I secretly played a part in them getting pregnant so despite not being the baby daddy I could still look at a hot girl and think, “I’m the reason she’s pregnant.” I am well aware of how fucked up that is. What’s worse is that sometimes I’d be checking out a hot pregnant girl in class just to discover she’s not even pregnant, just a little pudgy in the stomach. Then I’d imagine how nice and round her belly would be if she was pregnant too. I’m not sure if she’d just look fat but in my head I pictured just a more pregnant looking belly. This was always followed by me feeling ashamed college and trying to clear my head. I shouldn’t be turned on from pregnant or plump strangers. It was early enough in the pregnancies that it was difficult to tell the difference. It made me feel terrible about myself. Luckily, Avery was helping me, or more like forcing me, to embrace my weird kinks. It had been a long time since I had hooked up with Monet. I hadn’t seen her coed since before Winter break. She had just called me to invite me over to her dorm. I was certain she was going to tell me she’s pregnant. I hurried over to the small brick dorm building and waited for Monet to let me in. After a few minutes the metal door swung open and Monet greeted me with a nervous smile. My eyes examined her midsection as she walked me to her room. This kinky rush shot through me. My cheeks hollowed as I cleaned off our daughter's incestuous cream from his shaft. Cathy pulled Tawny to the back tits as I pulled her father with us. “Yes!” He had white not even considered the possibility that he would have to serve Negroes! “Maybe.” coed Phil found himself saying, his facade of feeding a story to Adam gone. Prem reached over to my wife’s breasts, fondling them, tracing his fingers all around the contours of the blouse, eventually bringing his fingers to the small clasps that held it on. They were hard enough to cut diamonds. He said if I had only come out while we were together, things would have been oaky. With the added stimulation of his finger reality and the slamming of his raging hard cock into my pussy, I felt myself responding as if I were floating higher and higher. He licked up and down her slit as her juices feeding his hunger. Lots of perverts. She smelled of it. In ten young seconds they were both buck naked and splashing in the water. I continued to rub her clit the entire way there. All but some butthead seniors know better. Steve walks down the hallway and looks into his sister’s bedroom. Their tongues danced around my crown. I think part of the first floor flooded—I never actually saw it myself. When I entered the examination room the patient had already been prepared by one of the other assistants. Small villages were college constructed, walls built, and strict routines designed to protect them from the others.