I finally worked up the balls to ask D for a photo of him naked.What I saw made my jaw drop.D was posing naked on a bed,and his cock had to be at leas... 10 inches! D had told me,believe it or not,that the size of his cock had actually been a problem! He said it was actually frustrating,because most of the men he would meet would say they loved big cocks,but when it came time to actually having sex they couldn't handle his size! He even shared a few more photos that his ex-boyfriend had taken of. It was hugely flattering to me. For me, there had never been anything quite so exhilarating as it was at the moment I ejaculated my load of Congolese sperm deep inside some other man's wife's vagina---with every intention of it remaining there as a baby. Call it an 'ego trip' if you want, I really don't care; because it was the most incredibly exhilarating experience of my entire life!I love being the dominant member of such a situation, and I greatly enjoy the ease with which the husband. It kept our sex life fun.“Done,” I said.I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. It was my little sister Mandy coming down the steps. Shit, I forgot she was in her room.“Where do you think you’re going?” I demanded.“It sounded like fun down here, and I was wondering if I could join in,” she replied.Jenn looked at me. “I think we could have some fun with this.”Mandy was starting to go through her rebellious stage. In her, it manifested as a mall goth. Tons of eyeliner. Fishnet arm warmers.. Catla put a circle of stones in the center of the floor for me and I built a hickory fire to get things going after we had our hams and pork bellies hanging from the ceiling by twine. Hell, it looked finished to me and we left it to its job. We'd have to keep coming back and adding wood, but it wouldn't be a big job since we didn't really need much of a fire.We spent two more days tidying up around the place and keeping as close an eye as we could on the guineas. By the third morning I started.