You are so special, in so many ways, you don't need to worry about why we are with you. Please, just accept it. We have."Yvonne was right. I was worry...ng about details that really held no relevance to the issues at hand. No one cared how many women were bound to me, none of them cared. I was the only one who seemed bothered by it and I knew it wouldn't just go away, those feelings of guilt. I could suppress them and most likely learn to live with them, but I would never lose them.Yvonne was. “Just you to feel.” Roman dips his finger into the whisky in his hand and he closes the distance between them. Kneeling between her legs, in his expensive grey silk shirt and matching tie, Roman looks like an exotic demi-god. Rose isn't sure what to think. Her inherent cynicism stirs, doubt threatens to override the clamour of her body and might have won, if not for the flint in his blue eyes. Roman stares as though transfixed. Does he do it to play on her weakness? She touches his broad. I fell into bed, and thankfully, DID fall asleep again. Until about four in the morning, that is. I suddenly found myself very wakeful around then. Jason rolled towards me, grunting in his sleep. He reached an arm out, unconsciously, for me, and pushed his face into my shoulder with a happy sigh. I tried very, very hard not to laugh, feeling my love strong for him even over the hilarity of his sweet actions.He was going to be a wonderful dad, that much had been clear since we’d first found out. I saw my hands go up to undo Paul’s trousers and I hesitated. “Just fucking do it you wimp, give me his cock.” Sara hissed at me. I undid Paul’s trousers, and pulled down his boxer shorts. Paul’s long, thick and heavy cock fell down onto my wrist. Sara and I both gasped at the impressive cock, and we both stared at it. “What are you waiting for Carl? Feed my cock to your wife.” With a trembling hand, I took hold of Paul’s cock, feeling it’s heat and weight and lifted it to Sara’s waiting lips..