I seriously doubted Mandy would ever have the courage to tell her husband the truth.Since the day I'd met Mandy for lunch and a sex session afterward ...nd found that she was knocked up, we'd resumed our regular sexual liaisons and secretly fucked behind Mandy's husband's back. What he didn't know (and there was a lot by that point) would hurt him was my thoughts. Here he'd fucked around -- only not in the literal sense -- and I'd knocked his sexy blonde wife up with my child instead of his. I. I was incoherent, groaning from sheer pleasure as Hannah tweaked and pinched my nipples, rising and falling on me in measured cadence. I yelled loudly as I grabbed her waist slamming my hips upward as my cock sprayed deep in her womb. She screamed her completion as her orgasm followed on the heels of mine. I checked out for a couple minutes, maybe longer. ***** When my eyes opened, Hannah was laying across me kissing and cuddling. I glanced to my right to see Diana alertly kneeling next to me.. Of course, her eyes and mouth were as pretty as always. We caught up in the living room for a bit, but it wasn't long before the sexual tension mounted and led us to the bedroom. Within a couple minutes we were all naked, except that Jessie left the heels on per Brian's and my request. Brian then lay out his hot wife on my bed, ready to share her one more time. Again, I wondered if he still didn't know about the times I had had sex with his wife without him. Yes, by now it was times, plural. I. But when I told you to do it, I expected you to do it. Not do it once you'd thought about it... not do it in a minute, when it took your fancy. Do it means, bloody well do it!" She snaps her fingers. "Like that! I mean, generally in a modelling situation, the photographer will be paying for your services. He's paying you, yes? You're costing him real money, just as you're costing us money now, and at a rate quite a lot higher than minimum wage, thanks very much. So that photographer is going to.