He’d knocked me up and wouldn’t face up to it. DNA will nail his ass in court if necessary but that doesn’t help things right now. I am horny, d...mn it!I was one of those who go into super sex overdrive when pregnant. I’d been that way once before but a twelve-week abortion had eliminated my finding out if the fetus was black, brown or yellow. Those were the alternative possibilities to my white husband at the time. We’d split over it. He’d wanted me to fuck around for fun but couldn’t accept. I added a camisole and tights, opaque black. I put on a white polo shirt which buttoned on the "wrong" side for a man (the right side for me), and pulled on a pair of charcoal grey stirrup pants. Even if I had to wear a jacket and pants there was no need for them to be men's pants and even my blazer buttoned on the feminine side. I felt naked without my makeup and wig. Jeannine wore a smart wool tweed suit in a mix of ivory, teal, and old rose. I had a matching suit but it was packed in my. I laid down beside Justi and squeezed her round ass, slapping it once. I pulled her cheeks apart and ran my fingers around her pussy, kissing her back and neck. Unable to resist, Justi swiftly rolled on top of me and kissed me passionately, her body pinning me to the bed. She knelt up on my waist and my cock rubbed between her dripping wet pussy lips. She shifted her weight and used her hand to guide my cock inside her pussy.She sat on my cock, taking its full length inside. We both moaned as. Ron, as I was told to call him, came across as fairly lonely, but not bitter after being left on his own to care for Tracy. He was a lorry driver and spent a fair bit of time on the road which was why he was happy that Tracy had found someone to look after her and stay with. I immediately felt guilty at what his daughter and I had been doing all weekend, but then I thought, I hadn't forced, the reverse in fact and there was no doubt that she enjoyed it, loved it in fact. I managed to make.