" here you go" he laughed as he threw a box of tissues on to the sofa as he went into his study.I could hardly believe it,was he saying it was alright...to watch the porno and have a wank?, as a hormone grazed teenager I didn't need asking twice ,I dropped my khaki shorts and stroked my cock as I enjoyed my 1st porn film. the sight of such a beautiful women performing sex acts I had only heard about in giggled whispers had me shooting my load in about 20seconds, I had only just finished wiping. In a little while, it would wend its way gently upwards.Those ancients, the ones from several thousand years ago, knew a thing or two when they trekked this way and drove their animals before them. The old Drovers Way, the path we trod so lightly, was well-worn, making its way towards the next small river ford where they would have watered their stock and maybe stopped for the night. Now we used its gentle, peaceful way for the pleasure of our day's riding.My reveries and musings, half. "Won't Marjorie object?" She asked."Hild this is your home now, relax," I told her. I wish I could too, I still felt very tense. It wasn't to Hild I had made the comment but to myself.We went into the bathroom and started to fill the spa. It was nice to be able to turn the tap and you had unlimited water both hot and cold. We quickly discarded all our clothes and just threw them on the floor.I went into the shower and gave myself a good scrubbing and helped Hild with her back. The only problem. .and I couldn't help but recall once again images of Omar fucking my wife with such vigor and lust; as well as Marta returning the same enthusiasm towards him!Neither of us knew just how we were going to break the news to either of our families back home, that yes, Marta was pregnant, BUT---not by ME, but by an African male, instead, and, what was more, it had not been an accident, but a well thought out and long planned plan! They'd be shocked at first, and maybe even upset, but they would.