This pussy is fucking soaked and we barely even started.I slowly grinded and placed a hand on the back of one of her thighs. I pinned it down to brace...for the work I was about to put in. With clockwise gyrations, I built up a rhythm while glaring at her with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. Her mouth opened wide with every balls deep grind that made our bald pelvises meet. My grinds transformed into thrusts and Latisha covered her face with both hands, then uncovered quickly and mouthed, "You. I’m enjoying the kisses when he stops and moves down to my cock and starts sucking me down his throat. I put my seat back down and move up a bit so he has better access to my cock. He’s sucking me off good and I feel him move his hand down to my ass, and he starts to play with my hole, just rubbing it gently. I’m enjoying that and I tell him so.Then I feel a fair amount of spit run down towards my ass. He takes his finger and rubs the spit around my hole. It feels really good and then without. I asked him what had happened and he turned his face away from me and wouldn't talk. I was trying to get him to talk to me when little Janie said, "Mommy made him promise not to tell." Tell what, sweetie?" That Darrel hit him."I was out of that car in a flash and I stormed in the front door. Darrel was sitting on the couch drinking a beer and watching television when I came in. I was looking at him and he could see the murderous rage on my face and he dropped his beer and stood up and I hit him. I have to run to the bathroom. Sorry, it's an hourly occurrence when you're pregnant."Dave grabbed the flat panel off his desk and hooked it up in Mae's office. He rebooted the computer and launched a web browser to make sure it was working. As he started to type in a URL, the history popped in the name of a recently visited site, preggos. Dave blinked a few times, surprised to see something like this pop up in Mae's history. He then decided it must just be his perverted thoughts playing tricks.