"That feels so good" Wilma whispered into my ear. We laid there for a minute or two afterwards. Then Carl tapped me on the shoulder. "Hey boy, its m... turn now. Quit hogging my pussy." I rolled off of Wilma to see Carl standing there with a hard little dick. Carl climbed onto Wilma. "Carl! Wait, what are you doing? I can't have two men like this, Carl!" Wilma protested and tried to push him away but she was no match for chubby Carl and he pushed his face into her cunt. He knew what he was. She had believed he would do her parents harm and had returned to Atlanta with him. He had beat hell out of her when they were back in Atlanta.Tim, her husband, was a Detective on the Atlanta Police Force.She knew that if she ran from him again she would have to change her name and get a new social security number. She realized that he could trace her through her car, she would have to sell it and buy another.When she had pulled off at the truck stop at the 165 mile exit on I-20 she was on her. Your fingers dig inside his shorts and grab his hot cock, tugging on it, trying to pull it free of the bunched-up material. It pops out and you can travel the length, your fingers circle around its girth. It's pulsing in your hand, his motion still stopped, frozen in place. He has to be wondering what the hell you are up to. As your friend orders her food, you stroke his cock under the table, your fingers tight around his shaft. You can’t afford lots of motion so you keep your movement short,. Things might have been entirely different had anyone known that, while Mallory was lying there in her negligent pose, her fertilized egg was in the process of implanting itself in her uterine wall. By the next morning, she would meet the clinical, medical definition of being pregnant.That fact would have gone unnoticed a lot longer, except for the way things turned out that night.Basically, Mallory got a little too excited, and her brain mixed up some fairly critical words.It was about half way.