"I'm not sure what I should do next. Do I report that I have this baby? Do I get a paternity test? I mean, what are the legal issues?" I have a lawyer...friend I can call tomorrow. We'll get him to tell us what we should do." I realized that Sharon was using the work "we." I hoped that meant that she wasn't going to run off, now that she realized who the baby's mother was."What would you like to happen?" Sharon asked, gently rocking Carla back and forth."If Carla truly is mine, I want to keep. " She walked back into the house to change out of her dirty pants, leaving him outside, alone.Standing at the window, she watched as he scooped up double handfuls of loose soil and threw it out of the hole. She slipped her pants off and shoved two fingers into her dampened underwear. Rubbing her clit, she watched as he crawled on all fours in the dirt. The soil clung to the excess sunscreen on his skin, turning it into mud and coating him. She saw the 84 she had scribed on his ass, still. But finally Ican stand it no longer, I simply have to have him inside of me, fucking me.So pulling on his cock, pulling it toward my waiting pussy, I tell himsilently that it's time, that I'm ready for him to mount me. Grinning down atme as he lifts up to rise above me, he says softly, "I want you so much." "Iwant you too, my sweet." I respond. Holding his hard, velvet smooth erectionin hand, I guide him to and inside of me, the feel of just that first inch orso totally indescribable. Gently. It was pretty hot sitting on the couch next to a married guy, both in speedos, rubbing our cocks through the lycra waiting for his wife to join us. So the husband and I are sitting on the couch both wearing black speedos. I’m hard as a rock from making out with the wife and we are both sitting there rubbing our cocks through our speedos. It doesn’t take long until the wife returns. All she is wearing is a white bikini. She is petite, nice medium sized titties, shaved all over and brunette. She.