There's more.That's not enough?According to her due date, at the time she got pregnant, we were at a frat party where she got drunk.And somebody else ...ucked her, right?Ah, yeah, three other guys, to be exact. I fucked her first, but I passed out. She must've kept going.So now you don't know which one of you is the father. How'd you find out about the other three?Two of them bragged the hell all about nailing her that night and mentioned the third guy. But, yeah, that's the problem. We were a. You jostle against me, shifting your hips."What's the matter? You got bugs?" Ass hole's a little sore, if you must know." Well, I told you to put the lube under the pillow last night. Besides, I didn't hear any complaints," giving your nipple a gentle tweak."And you never will. Wet or dry or dipped in chocolate, I love it when you fuck me like that," giving my breast a caressing squeeze and pulling my earlobe between your teeth."Mmmm, chocolate..." Paige! Paige! Get up you two! Breakfast is. Of course, I liked to fantasise that is was more than that. That in reality she had actually moved in with us as part of a well laid plan to steal me away from her sister. After all in many ways she had sculpted herself more and more into the image of my perverted desires. I actually enjoyed having Katie here. Even if she was beginning to make me doubt my feelings for my wife. She just seemed so old when Katie was around, so devoid of fun and of life. Was this where my future was headed? And so. She kissed me, spreading her saliva and his cock juices all over my face and in my mouth. 'You like that sissy?' Said Marcus. I nodded. 'Have some more,' Said Sam, as she let go of my collar, squeezed my lower jaw and spat in my mouth. 'You still gotta show me that you want it bitch.' Said Marcus, slapping Sam on the arse hard. She turned and went back to bobbing her throat back on his cock. 'Sissy. You want me to fuck your wife?' I didn't look up, but managed to mumble, 'Yes.' 'Have I got your.