I’d never been so emotional in my fucking life. This was what I’d been searching for: this completeness, this wholeness, this fullness. I’d been...so lost without him, but right there in that crowded farmer’s market, the pervert with my keys in his hand, grabbing my bag and yanking me to a halt, right there my life had changed. I’d bought him that avocado and that coffee, and the rest, as they say, was history.After these last few months of heartache, I’d learned my lesson. It wasn’t that I. They introduced themselves as Billy and Shawn. We were having a good time as they caressed my legs and brushed my tits from time to time. They got me so horny and asked if the three of us could go to their place and have fun. Within fifteen minutes we were at a comfortable motel room and soon four black hands were all over me. My shirt came off very quickly and they sucked on my nipples while kissing me all over. They asked me what I wanted and I told them to make me theirs. I wanted to be. I wasn't complaining.Well maybe a little. I had still had not had any relief from our activity during the day and my cock hadn't gone down in the last hour. JoanI had rolled away a little but Jessie had snuggled her ass up against my thigh and was sleeping on my arm. The feel of her soft skin was too inviting and I did a little half roll until I was spooning her. I kissed the outside of her shoulder and then moved an inch closer to her neck and did it again. The next kiss, my tongue slid out. As he stood there behind her, his hands softly caressed her swollen belly, his cock stiffened with that unmistakable feeling of arousal at the knowledge that the baby growing within Mara was not his, but that of another man; of Omar, who, even then was alive and well, though far to the south, where the c***d that Mara was carrying, had been originally conceived.Mara had been pregnant for over four months, and in that time neither of them had had any word from Omar, and they had both begun to.