For my part, I returned to my wife and my insula, dreading theconfrontation with Flavia. I had been unfaithful to her; I had left herfor two weeks wi...h little prior arrangement. I had abandoned my positionwith the centumviri to chase after holy relics. Finally, I was a womannow, and pregnant. She was legally free to divorce me. Nevertheless, theconversation was worse than I had predicted.When I arrived home, Flavia recognized me, even transformed as I was. Shedid not ask my name, or. He rolled off of me, bringing a whimper from my lips as his dick popped out of my pussy. I clamped a hand over my snatch, trapping in all that yummy cum for my daughter to enjoy. “I always have time to talk to my good, little slut.”I could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she liked being referred to in that way. Her back straightened, thrusting out those firm, youthful breasts of hers. They bounced and jiggled, her nipples so hard atop them.I fought the urge to bend over and suck on the nub.. At that point Matt interrupted all my thoughts and said “This is getting me hard.” He then shifted in his seat. I said “I got a boner too and I need to adjust my pants.” I then reached in my pants to make more room in my underwear for my cock. As I was doing this Matty looked over at me and said “ Whip it out man.” I didn’t know if he was serous, but in one quick motion I unzipped my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear. As my cock flopped out on my stomach I grabbed the base of. Albert wasn't exactly what I had expected. Although he was younger at age 34, he was built more like an athlete. Tall with wide shoulders. The biggest surprise was that Albert was a black man. We all ate supper together and Albert turned out to be a lot of fun. His speech was eloquent. I guess it sounds silly but I half expected him to talk filthy ghetto stuff. By the time supper was over, we were all a little tipsy and hitting it off like long lost friends. Albert suggested we go to a night.