The next day she stopped by about a half-hour before lunch.“Are you leaving for lunch?” she asked.“I was. Why, what’s up?”“Just need someo...e to talk to,” she said.“I can talk. I will order some food and have it delivered. I will buy your lunch if you are hungry. Is there something that you would like to eat?”“I am pregnant, that means I always hungry, and I am not picky,” she said with a smile.I went online and placed an order at a nearby restaurant and set up the delivery. I went back to work. So I fucked around on him once, even getting pregnant by the man who took me in our bedroom. I had miscarried, but Tony knew I was serious about the consequences if he did it again. Evidently he didn’t take me seriously enough, or he was much stupider than I thought. Some bitch was trolling for Tony, and he was falling for it. Now it was my turn…I didn’t even wait for him to come home. I figured that if he wanted another woman, then I could have another man. I snorted at that thought. . "That's okay. It'll grow, and you'll get hair when you get older." He continued to openly stroke his prick as he gazed at the boy's cock. He could barely conceal his lust and desire. "You can touch yourself if you want," he said, in as casual a voice as he could muster.Justin sat down again, slouched in the chair. The little rock-hard prick was now pointed straight up in his lap, and he slowly brought his left hand to his erection, his eyes not meeting Blake's. His slim fingers curled around. ‘Why don’t you do a little strip show for us Bethany?’ Jonathan said and she jumped up and began to peel her shirt off, her tanned skin presenting itself for their pleasures. She had no bra on and her tits stood out firm and proud as her shirt drifted to the floor and she unbuckled her shorts and slid them over her hips and let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. I could see Mr. Johnson fidgeting in his seat as his daughter’s lovely body was bared for him, she wore very sexy.