“I would rather die than lose my honor,” Jean replied.“Would you have your son grow up without his father?” Marguerite asked, her hand rubbing...on her abdomen. Jean hesitated, the import of his wife’s words sinking in.“You are with child?” Jean asked, sounding shocked.Marguerite nodded. “I am, and I know it is a boy.”“I see. How do you know it is mine?” Jean asked bitterly. “How do you know it is not Le Gris’ bastard in your belly?”“I am too far along for it to be his,” Marguerite explained.. The girl hissed at the pleasure she was getting from my mouth and meat, and, turning to her husband who was still licking up my wife's dripping twat said, "Come on, honey. I think she needs a good fucking, too." The husband got up and pulled out his erection. I watched as my wife spread her legs wide to receive his dick into her cunt. She grunted as she shoved it in to the hilt. Then he began to slowly slide his shaft in and out of her. My wife and I looked into each other's eyes as the couple. I was not wanted. That was more my grandmother than grandfather. He slipped me a fifty dollar bill when the women were talking said happy birthday. Then left very quickly. Leaving his wife to catch up. I’m not even sure they know I have a baby brother. I had to drop out of school so Mom could try to make a legit living. I’ve been e-commuting to school so I could take care of him. It’s not fair but.” She stopped talking. The silence cut by the electric motion of the SUV as it rolled out of. " Tell me all about it?" I asked.She spread out on the sofa next to me, putting her head in my lap and stretching her legs out. Between the gap in her unbuttoned shirt I pushed my hand inside and cupped one of her beautiful tits."God he must have been fifty or even older," she whispered as if the neighbours could hear."So?" I nudged."Yes well he looked at me, you know at my bust and he smiled," she said, "then he said he wanted to look at my meter and I just laughed, which as you can imagine.