The last bit she said out loud to my surprise and her Aunt, Joy, responded - yes John, I'm afraid it isn't as tight as Mary's, we were just comparing,...and I might need to be given a good fisting by you instead of fucking if you don't measure up to her husband. Well, as I knew I didn't I was happy to concede on that front, and fisting was something that sounded fun, but what would we use for lube? It had occurred to me that some of the cum warming on the hotplate would be ideal, and I told Mary. ’ ‘Have a care, Bax! I am eight months ripe! Where am I going to go?’ ‘I don’t care.’ He spat on the floor near her. ‘Let me fuck you and we’ll call it even.’ Laurie Marie gasped, pulling the drooping edge of her blouse up over her exposed shoulder. ‘I’m pregnant!’ ‘As if that makes a difference?’ Bax knelt beside her, flexing his itching fingers as his eyes surveyed her creamy flesh. ‘Everybody knows that a pregnant woman is a hot fuck!’ ‘No, Bax! I won’t do it.’ ‘Then pack your stuff. As soon. I took the first few bolts on the top of my head then let the rest spurt onto my already-saturated face. From behind me I heard another groan and I felt a hot splattering of cum shoot up my bowels.The man underneath me rolled off the mat, replaced by an average-sized white man who grabbed my hair and drove his cock into my mouth, fucking my face like a whore. I loved it.At the same moment, the big cock that had been in my ass pulled out, and a stream of cum flowed down the backs of my legs. He. "Hey," she growled. "Give me my bag!" I smiled and handed it to her. Sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you don't.After I got my bags off the carousel, I texted Stacy to meet me at Arrivals door 3. I spotted her red car after just a few minutes and pushed my two bags toward the curb. She wheeled the car to the curb and parked. I opened the door and got in. "What about your bags?" she asked. I reached into my jacket pocket and took out a pen and pad. Without turning toward her, I wrote "1 -.