I love my wife more than I love other women, and I married her to ensure she would carry my children,” Marco said. “Do you know for sure it’s yo...r child she’s carrying, Marco? Perhaps she found someone like you and Matteo, willing to fertilize any egg to pass on their DNA. Isn’t it what you’re doing to Pietro? Taking advantage of his stupidity to fuck his wife, spread more of your seed?”“As much as it’s possible for any man to know for sure, I suspect the child is mine,” Marco replied. “You, on. After a while I got soft and slipped from her mouth that’s when she told me that she had only came that hard once before and I told it was awesome to be able to do that for her. I hadn’t even seen her tits yet but had felt them with my other hand when getting her off so I told her to take her top off so I could see them. She pulled her top over her head and I got to see just how great they were nice round and still without any sagging even after k**s. I took each nipple in my mouth and gave. I will go make more bread. I am finished anyway." She got up from the table and walked into the house. Her fine ass was swaying very nicely as she walked away. I told Marla that I would go help her since she wasn't familiar with the stove, and I got up and went inside, too. As I rounded the doorway to the kitchen, I saw Carol bending over in front of the stove. Her white skirt was stretched tight around her nice wide ass. I thought to myself, "Damn, what a fucking ass she has." I just stood. I thought nothing of it at the time, but now that I reflect on the talk she expertly directed the conversation to boys and boyfriends. I never admitted who, but she did get me to blushingly admit that there was a boy I was crazy about.Throughout January, Tamara would stick around and chat with me before and after I baby-sat for the Fosters. She loved to gossip about men and ways to interest them.When I blushingly admitted that the one bikini I owned was closer to a tankini, she laughed and told.