(Earlier that month Connie was talking with Elaine on the phone and said her belly is extra large already, she’s nervous to have her ultrasound and ...he wonders how many black babies she’s carrying?’ Elaine reminded her ‘as many black babies as possible!’) Wendy then places a sign on each woman as to how many black babies they’re carrying. Signs read like this: Tryphaena, 4 Black babies. Elaine, 4 black babies. Connie, 5 black babies. Steph, 4 black babies. Beverly, 3 black babies. Wendy, 5. "Yes, that night that I didn't leave until like 2:30 in the morning, I saw her masturbating while she waited for me to get back. Then in just spontaneous motions, we had sex and we've been having sex on and off since then." He nodded his head. "So, that's why it is not okay to call her a bitch now?" "She never was a bitch, she just cared about me and didn't want my dad to kick me out," she made clear, looking my way and sparking a tear. He put his hands on his hips. "I'm pretty sure he'll kick. .haye re meri chut……ohhhh…Mene jhatke tez kr diye….fir boli k ruk toh sahi…..tera lund mere andr tk ad raha hai or mujhe dard ho raha hai… Ruk jaa position changeee krne warnaa toh.me aaj gayi kaam se. Or wo doggie position me aa gayi…Jsa ki mene blue film me suna or dekha thaaaMe fir chudayii shuru kr raha thaa or lund ko us k ched se mila raha to mujhe dhyaan nai raha. Or mene us k gand k ched me lund ghusane ki koshih karne laga or itne me usne piche laat mari or boli gandu wo chut nai. My brother Rob and I had shared women when we were younger so I figured their plans would work without much problem. Rob had been having discreet affairs ever since he and Pat were married and he once had confided to me that he would not be upset if Pat got a little on the side. Their plan was simple, they would let Rob catch them making love to each other and let nature take its course. I knew Rob would enjoy it and looked forward to getting together with Rob and Pat on a regular basis. I.