I took 3 of them and they were all the same. I was pregnant. We hadn't been to any swinger parties and my husband was fixed so that meant one thing. I...was pregnant with the black strangers baby. There was no doubt in my mind. I spent the rest of the day alone thinking about my situation and the choices I had. That evening when my husband came home after dinner I told him we needed to talk. I just came out and said it. I was pregnant. He asked me who the father was and I told him he should know. Her right hand slowly came up from her crotch, and in what seemed like slow motion, she reached for this huge cock. Her eyes darted at me a few times to check my reaction, and I'm sure she didn't see any objection from me. Closer and closer... then she touched it. Encircling her small hand around his shaft, she began to gently caress his cock. She seemed to intimately study it's every detail as she stroked it back and forth, running her slender fingers over every ridge and vein, sliding the. About 50 yards in Mary stopped and looked around and she led me off the trail a little until we were hidden by bushes and leaves.I stood there before her, not really sure what I should do. I was still torn by the idea of what was about to happen.Mary took the initiative and moved in to kiss me.I felt the softness of those puffy lips. My tongue played with hers as it entered my mouth.Mary then took my hands and moved them under her shirt. My body reacted to the suggestions and I ran my hands. He surprised me, but I didn't jump. He loomed behind me. I wanted to turn, to bury my face into his chest and feel his strong arms about me. But I didn't deserve comfort.I was a murderer.“Faoril.” Softer this time. His broad, swarthy hands rested on my shoulders, squeezing, comforting.I shrugged them away.“What's wrong? What happened up there?”I couldn't answer him. How could I explain what I did? Relaria yowled, screeching in dying pain. I did that to her. “Please, Faoril.”I had to say.