You didn't knock her up, so why did you let her trap you?" Long story bud, but for awhile we thought that there was a bun in the oven and I did the ho...orable thing and proposed. There was no way in hell she was ever going to agree get an abortion. Then by the time that we knew she wasn't actually pregnant, we'd already told our families and made most of the arrangements, so we just followed the path of least resistance and got married anyway. It was an ok marriage, she wasn't a complete bitch. She answered some of my questions and raised about a billion more when she looked over her lovely body and said, "Interesting. This is the first time I've taken a form like this! I've seen bi-peds before, of course, but always wondered why you didn't fall over in gravity!"The scrubbers finally finished replacing the air in the lock with the real thing and I struggled out of my suit as the blonde floated curiously around the tiny cabin of my ship, examining this, touching that, with no. I recognized the twitch in his hips as he reached out with his other hand and grabbed Michelle’s head. As he cradled her face in his hands he began to cum. To my surprise Michelle didn’t pull away, but rather seemed to crave it. I could see his pelvis thrusting and I knew at this moment the man we had just met only hours earlier was now pumping his hot white cum into my wife’s mouth. The more he came the harder she sucked, it seemed as if she was focused on nothing but extracting every last. He was dressed as fine as the wealthiest of southern society. But his attire appeared so out of place on this large, over-weight Black.Then the shock of recognition grew over Leasa’s elegant features. Before her stood the man who was once her father’s lead slave—Sambo!“Sambo! My god, Sambo! What in heaven’s name are you doing here? And dressed in such a way?”The black man’s face remained grim. Gone was the old, slaphappy, partially toothless smile of Leasa’s favorite ‘darky’. Before her stood a.