They had already blown a load earlier so this time they lasted alot longer. Occasionally they would high five each other and switch off ends. Eventual...y Gunther blew his load deep in my pussy while Tracey shot his load down my throat. After that they took off the blindfold and untied me. After a quick smoke break and some drinks they started in on me again, fucking me in every conceivable position and using me as a little Sissy Ragdoll Fucktoy for the next couple hours until we were all too. I could see her lips throbbing and moving slightly, probably much like my balls did when I got excited or warm. I gently moved her thighs apart and she eagerly moved with my hands, peering down at me from further up the bed.I had heard stories about the smell, usually told by guys I now suspected had never been this close to one except maybe when they were born. There was a smell, but it was deep and rich, it simply stank of sexiness and I wanted to wear it as a cologne. The sheer power of the. And wait ... and wait ... I was scared as all hell, but I had to wait. And then literally like five minutes after they dropped me off at school, I walked down to the drugstore and bought a test." She stopped and took a deep breath, looking ready to start crying again. "Somebody had knocked me up."I looked at Dawn for a moment, who just stared back at me with the same uncertainty I was feeling. I looked back to Paige. "You said 'somebody'. Does that mean you don't think it's your. What about it?’ ‘Dashwood was a thorough red head with all the traits of that colouring. Hair, pale skin. Light blue eyes.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Then she described Danbury, who was completely different. Dark brown hair, brown eyes. Now it is not automatic that a son of a red head will be redheaded as well, but Danbury had none of those features at all, and he had brown eyes.’ ‘That doesn’t mean anything.’ Bella objected. ‘True, but it is rare that a son doesn’t have any similarity to the father. Now I am.