“If we can’t come to an agreement …”“We can’t get married, ” I interrupted. “Yeah, I get that.”“No, ” Liz said. “Exactly the o...posite, in fact. We’ll get married without an agreement in place.”“That’s not going to happen, ” I said.“Is this your way of saying that you don’t want to get married?” Liz asked.“No!” I said. “I want to get married. It’s my way of saying that I don’t think you should have to … pay child support … for an adult.”“Well, I think we’ve established that you’re 30 going on. While watching porn, I also came across a variety of 'chat-sites', and one evening I came across a young married couple (the husband actually) who were looking to meet up with African men in order to get the wife pregnant. You read that right! The husband I began chatting with (and this went on nearly every night for quite sometime) began explaining to me how his wife and he, though only married for several years, were looking for a way that they might have an interracial baby, instead of one. Then who do these belong to?" she asked."Those are mine."A stunned look crossed Wendy's pretty face at my confession."Yours?" she asked slowly.I had been caught so I told her everything and she just stood there listening. When I finished she turned tail and left without comment. It was a risk that I lived with and accepted the consequences. I didn't feel like dressing after that so I moved to the couch and switched my beverage to something stronger that Coke.I must dozed off as I was awaken by. Show me those tits and that ass."I stood and slowly began to strip. As I got to my bra, I let it slip to the floor showing my firm C tits. Then I stripped my shorts and panties. I was naked in front of him. "Now turn around for me so I can see your naked body. I want to see yor ass." I turned in a circle as he eyed me. You have nice tits and a great ass." "I see why my son likes you sucking his cock." "Now on your kness between my legs. First suck and lick my balls. Do a good job and make me.