The other guy just watched and stroked while I had my sore cunt plowed. Near the end – while I was bent double, with my feet up over Bill’s should...rs and he was filling me with seed – that old feeling crept in. I was in the best position for successfully getting pregnant if, I had the right ‘equipment’. As I explained to Bill later; it was the joy of being pregnant to a good black guy. The whole thing; carrying the baby while I got big and fat, everything that went with it. I always craved. But then why wouldn't it after a weekend long drunk. As I stumbled into the bathroom I was glad that weekends like the one I'd just managed to survive were not the norm. In fact, I hadn't had one like it since my last college frat party and that was over seven years ago. I opened the medicine cabinet, found the aspirin, took four and chased them with a glass of water.As I was putting the bottle back out of the corner of my eye I saw the brassiere hanging over the edge of the dirty clothes. I also do a good Kate Beckinsale from 'Underworld' and a pretty good Gretchen Wilson. When that is the case I go by whatever name they want me to answer to. 'Caroline' was the name that Sandy wanted me to use." Sandy was a middle-aged divorcee. Still attractive, she and her husband had split amicably several years before when it became obvious they had grown too far apart and neither had the will nor the desire to try to put things back together. They had carried on together until both their. Mom, you're a fucking bitch! Don't ever scare me like that again!"My mom laughed again. "Well, I'm sorry about that. Did you get to taste his cum yet? No? How does he like your pussy?" she asks me. "He loves my pussy. I shaved it as well, have a look," I say. I showed my mother my wet and cum-filled pussy. She then asks me, "Are you on birth-control?" I shake my head. "Sorry, mom," I apologize. My mother looks at me and smiles. She then said to me, "I'm sure you don't want to get pregnant soon..