Susan’s face turned a beet red with embarrassment. She looked away as she turned around trying to hide her face from his stare.“I, ah, I don’t ...now if she wants to,” Kelly hesitantly answered.“Well, if she wants to see anything than she got to show me something,” Jim told them point blank. “I’ve got to see her naked just like I’ve got to see you naked.”“Naked?” Kelly asked in shock.“Hell, yeah,” he reiterated. “How else am I going to see ya?” he asked incredulously.“I ah, I don’t know, I. ”“Doctor, what’s wrong? Please!” she said, urgency in her tone.“Missus Pollard, Mister Pollard is not the father of little Rebecca,” he said. “I know you thought, the both of you thought . . .”“Huh?” she said.“Mister Pollard is type-O. The baby is AB+,” he said.She sat there stunned. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be! No way! The only other possibility would be . . .“There’s no doubt,” he said. She’d paled. She felt faint. What was she going to do? She had to see her husband. She had to see. I looked at her and sternly said..."Im NOT sharing him....HE'S ALL MINES!" She removed her hands and latched her mouth on to my clit and began to suck me like a leech.Brad stood off and watched as his girlfriend sucked my clit. He winked at me as he rubbed his cock through his jeans. He and I have sneaked around a few times behind Tasha's back and have screwed our brains out. He is fully loaded with a 10inch cock and he sure knows how to use it.As Lance thrusted deeper inside me, I heard a. ”We shared my cum back and forth as we both swallowed until none was left.“That was delicious Zak and you tasted better mixed with my pussy juice.”We laid back on the bed in each other's arms.“Zak do you have a fetish for women’s lingerie?”“What makes you think that I do?”“I see that you wear panties with “VS” (Victoria Secret). Did that start in the military?”“It goes further back than that. In high school, I had a paper route and an apartment had copies of Playboy magazine and took a copy. I.