Maybe if I had a child by Eric Kaye it would hurt you even more..." Vicki, Jesus, you can't mean that! You can't want another man's baby!"Suddenly, th...n, all the anger drained out of Vicki; it left her all at once, and she slumped back on the pillow, her eyes closing. She began crying again. "No," she moaned in a tortured wail. "No, I don't mean it, Kirk! I don't want his baby! Oh God, Kirk, I'm sick, just sick, that's all! I don't know what I want, or what I'm saying!"Kirk, too, was divested. She was really going in and out of me fast now and her strokes were hitting my prostate, which was driving me to an explosive climax.Cindy sensed this, pulled out and told me to get on my back, where she hiked my legs up and over her shoulders and re-entered me where I got a glimpse of her strap-on and it had another end that went into her pussy.Cindy was very close to another orgasm and this made her wild with passion as she grabbed my cock and jacked me off and fucked my ass and I could not. Up to now, everything in their lives had been so straight-laced. He had seen a girl on the beach once with a tattoo on her arm, and had called her a prostitute. When he saw this tattoo, he would probably throw her out. Still, it was too late to stop now, she might as well get the tattoo finished. At least she would be pleased with it, even if her husband was not.She lay back and pulled her knees up. Paul started again, pulling her inner labia apart and working deep inside the opening of her. In our neighbourhood there were a few very nice women with the samesocial status like me and two a few of them I build up a little friendship. With Norman I made sex one or two times a week and he was satisfied ifhe was on top and could release his load after two minutes of humping onme. I wasn't satisfied, but during daytime I had enough time to rub mylittle pussy. But after a while, maybe because his dominant daddy wantedto be grandpa, Norman felt the pressure to get me pregnant and now.