Now, it could be something serious, so let’s see.” Donnie shrugged, pulled back the cover and sheet. With her arms crossed, his mother stares at ...im. “Next” she orders. He slides off his pyjama bottoms, but still leaves his briefs on. “Next” she orders again. Donnie places his thumbs in the sides of his white cotton briefs and pushes them partly down. His mom leans over and yanks them down to below his knees. “Oh, my God! I see.” She sits next to her son on the bed and puts her arm around. I’m smarter than that. I know how vicious, petty, cruel, manipulative and vindictive women can be. Someone once called women the instruments of the devil. Whoever he was, I think he was right. I smiled as I approached the thug and the hooker. The hooker rushed into my arms and hugged me before babbling tons of staccato-style words about the evil thug who came after her. She pointed a very accusatory finger toward him. The so-called thug was a tall, good-looking black man. Hot damn, this stud. I needed to intervene quickly."Claire, wait!" I blurted out. "I would love to see you swallow his cum, baby. Please?"She looked up at Charlie and asked, "Is that ok with you Charlie?" "Fine with me!" He laughed. He pulled his long, glistening cock out of my wife and rolled over on his back. Claire moved over him and grabbed his balls tightly with one hand, pulling them toward her. With her other hand she grabbed the base of his dick and started to stroke. With her beautiful, innocent mouth, she. Nevertheless, by this time Sandra was pregnant with her husband's child, and very happy to be so.The day started normally enough for Sandra.She lay in bed, feeling the weight, first of her growing baby, then the heavier weight of James, her husband, as he pushed his manhood deep into her welcoming body. 'Visiting the baby' they called it, and Sandra was one of those women who were made much more horny by pregnancy, so there were as many visits as she could persuade her husband to make.She had.