Her eyes got big when she found that Mr. Happy had noticed Isabel, even if the big brain had been scrambled. I looked Groper in the eyes and then look...d down. She hadn’t let go.“You know that you do that to the wrong guy and you might be sorry,” I warned her.“Somehow, I don’t think you’re the wrong guy,” she challenged me.“I wouldn’t push it,” Cindy said as she sauntered up.My brain almost locked up when I thought that if I combined all three girls, I might have the future Mrs. Dawson. Cindy. After being sick every morning for a week, she knew she was carrying a little black baby inside her; who the father might be was anyone's guess... but she knew deep down that it was Jamal's. He knew she was pregnant as well, but didn't care whose it was. He and his friends, and their friends, and acquaintances of those friends continued to fuck Laine throughout her pregnancy, and she happily spread her legs for anyone. She gave birth in her cage, and Jamal had already arranged for an adoptive. I always tried to be careful to make my stories completely anonymous by changing dates, locations, names and character descriptions so no one would be able to identify me or the other characters. But I guess it was impossible to avoid having some of my life’s experiences filtering into the stories. For example, many of my stories involving bosses fucking cuckold’s wives are somewhat loosely based on situations that Brit and I knew about from places we had worked.We knew of several bosses who. As soon as he left and closed the door, I ejaculated on her butt. She turned around and smiled and asked, “You were holding your cum just so they wouldn’t get a chance, right?”I kissed her lips and said, “Yes, my bitch”“Ok, get ready. We need to go shopping,” she said.“I’m not coming. You’ll take years to select a dress,” I said“No dear. It’s just a nightdress and inners. It won’t take long.”“Ok then. I’ll bang you at the shop.”We went to a textile shop. No one was there. Even the shopkeeper.