He asked me what was there to question. I spoke to my girls about it and they said that they knew. So why didn’t you tell me? They thought I heard. ...hey wanted to know how I was taking it. Taking what? The news. What news? "That Kelly pregger for Marvin!" They all chrousedWhat?! My man? Set of bitches!I went home. For a few days I kept to myself. Avoided most calls, tried to concentrate on work. Scrubbed from floor to ceiling every night, cried, went to church. Marvin called, told me that he. I opened his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers. I put them on and was looking for a shirt when I heard someone gasp. I turned to see face in the doorway and immediately covered my wet breasts. He laughed and walked over to his closet pulling out a white t-shirt and tossing it over. He made this big show of covering his eyes as I put the shirt on. The material of the clothes clung to my wet body and I could see in the mirror that the shirt was becoming damp from my hair and body and was. She had asked me about it months ago. She was worried about me being alone. I tried to explain to my kids that I lived alone for two years now. I spent every day at the service station/store and was never alone there. One day I was sitting in my big comfy chair and watching a few programs on the old tube (TV set). A commercial came on which I’ve seen over and over again about donating twenty-four dollars a month to give a kid in a third world country three meals a day, housing over their head. After one friend started cumming, our friend with the cock oozing with pre cum who was laying on the ground exploded. His own cum landed all over his face. Seeing that he didn’t mind the cum on his face the rest of us shot our cum in the same direction. After we all came we just laid there. “How does it taste?”, I said to my buddy covered in cum. “Strong.” He replied with a light chuckle. We all preceded to taste a little of our cum from our own hands. It wasn’t bad. It also wasn’t the.