We both started cumming at the same time. Tim zoomed the camera in on Jerry's hard cock shoved deep inside my wet pussy. I could see his balls jerking...as he was pumping me full of his hot sperm.After our orgasms ended Tim kept the camera zoomed in on my pussy. Slowly Jerry started pulling his still hard cock out of me. Once the head popped out it was followed by big globs of his cum leaking out of me. I looked at Tim and said you asshole, you knew I could get pregnant and you let him cum inside. “Someone called to say that they had seen pictures of Lauren, posing with no clothes on, some on her own and others with a boy and older girl.”“And you think Jim might be the boy?”“Who else?” he said quickly.“I don’t know. How do you know it’s even Lauren?”“We don’t. Perhaps it’s all a big misunderstanding. Call Jim, see what you can find out, there’s a good boy.”Mike took the phone and dragged the cord with him so that he could sit on the stairs with some privacy. He dialed the number and was. I pulled my hand down. My eyes slowly filling with tears. I looked at my boy, sleeping in his cot at the end of my bed, our bed. ‘You fucked another man in my house. You fucked another man in my house and worse still you fucked a man in MY house with OUR son sleeping only thirty or so feet away.’ Dani looked at me, shaking her head. ‘No no no honey I swear you have it wrong, he forced me! They forced me! I didn’t enjoy it!’ I smiled, not a smile of joy, not a smile of relief, but one of. I noticed that they blended in well with my Indian scouts because they had the experience of being equally treated as “second-class citizens” by the ruling masters.In any event, it looked like the slavery issue was a “fait accompli” swept under the rug from the fields of Yorktown right up to the opening salvos of Fort Sumter in South Carolina during the period of the American Civil War. There were many instances when conscience came to the forefront and events like the whole “John Brown” saga.