”“All right, but at my house this time please.”About seven that evening the door bell rang and mother and daughter were on the step. “Come in,...�� he invited.They all sat in the kitchen and Amanda ordered her daughter to tell David what she had revealed to her that afternoon.“No don’t tell me,” he said, “Let me guess. You are pregnant.”“How did you know?” Yvonne queried.“Just a guess. Don’t worry it doesn’t show ... yet! Whose is it?” he inquired.“It could be yours you know,” Yvonne said, “In fact. “What were you thinking about?” Jesse asked, searching her eyes. “Oh nothing,” she lied while looking over at the shower. “Just thinking that I really need to get washed to help me feel less groggy.” “Mmm, me too. Feel like some company?” he suggested as his large hands slipped down her waist and over her curvy butt. A flush spread to Mia’s face as Jesse’s hands roamed under the waist band of her PJ shorts. She could feel that warm, melting feeling spread through her limbs again as he kissed. If he asked her to live with him, she wasn't sure what her answer would be. She wondered whether the thought of a child would enter into the equation. Perhaps, she thought, that was why she hadn't done anything about it? Perhaps she secretly hoped John would ask her to be his wife?But what of Benin? That Spanish woman had first claim and he doubted John would have the spine to leave her and their child for her. Maybe, she chuckled to herself, they could all move in together after the war? That. I wiggled as I felt him work on me there, asking him what the hell he was doing. He laughed, saying that I needed some double penetration before the night ended. I asked him if he had gone crazy; but Emerson laughed, saying that I would soon find out. He then looked at Seamus, his partner, who had been watching as Emerson fucked me missionary in such a brutal manner.Both men were commenting on my pussy, until Seamus leaned on me and he gave both my clit and my tits some nice treatment. I just.