But it wasn't long before he looked at me with this sheepish grin on his face and began to pull his shorts and boxers back up. By this time, I had wip...d his semen off my face and chest on a towel that I had hung over the deck railing to dry after my afternoon swim.He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. On the fucking forehead!"Thanks, sweetie, that was amazing, he chirped, much too cheerfully for the mood I was in right then. "I'm sorry, but I have to get going."I don't think I'd ever. . and it wasn’t perfume, either. I wondered how the mail guy felt about the scent of my fiancee’s pussy on the envelope, since it was likely that he recognized the smell. Judging by that aroma, I wasn’t too shocked at the good news that it contained. No “Dear John” letter for me.Instead, I got this... Dear Master, So, I’m pregnant. Yep. It snuck up on me, in fact. I didn’t realize it for a good while, but evidently, I’m already four months along. That puts my conception at December, doesn’t it?. Accelerating off the Balloch roundabout, she allowed her eyes to rise to the Luss hills, sun-gilded snow on rounded crests. Sometimes the world lifted her out of herself. The real mountain panorama opened up past Luss, Loch Lomond sparkling to the right, and as he began listing his problems, the views held her in thrall. He was a decent man and an old friend: she heard his recent life-story without thinking. She knew it all anyway. But it was John and he needed to offload. And needed a wee lift. Preeti milked my cum from my bloated balls and swallowed deeply taking my sperm down her throat. Finally after thrusting down her throat for over two minutes i pulled out and shot the last of my sperm into her mouth. Preeti got up and hugged me as she and anita kissed sharing my sticky load, anita thrust her tongue into preeti’s mouth and sharing my sperm.We all were a little tired now and so decide to relax in each other’s arms or laps for some time and do some foreplay for the action to come.