I asked him for his address and he sent it to me. I looked it up on google maps and noticed it was in a poor black neighborhood, which added to the ex...itement for me. I was seriously thinking of driving to this thug's house and fucking him in his old house in the poor section of town. I kept thinking of the things that could go wrong like if my car broke down or had a flat tire in that neighborhood, or if I were attacked. I guess the risk and my pussy aching clouded my reasoning and I messaged. Man, I was going to get fat if we ate like this every night!Though they made a point of talking to me whenever I was not concentrating on the food, the women spent most of their time looking at me and giggling to themselves. I had a feeling something was going on, but I could not imagine that it would be bad. Oh, well, they would tell me about it when they were ready to, at least that was the way my sisters had acted.I had not payed much attention to the sleeping arrangements, assuming that I. Her water broke early, before contractions had even started, and we rushed off to the hospital—only a few minutes away, fortunately—where she only spent about three uncomfortable hours of early-stage, and therefore comparatively mild, labor pains before her doctor decided that a dry birth was taking too long and she needed a Caesarean section.So they anesthetized her and shooed me unceremoniously out to the waiting room, where I spent the next forty-five minutes in a real stew. Suddenly the. Sophie made me horny just looking at her, 'Come here and kiss me', I said, my pussy aching to feel her tongue lick its length, she turned to face me, her pert ass cheeks themselves a work of art, with the powdered blue plastic butt-plug looking as if her ass was chewing it, disappeared as she gyrated back toward my naked form, lying with my legs akimbo, my signal to her to climb between them and and kiss my mouth.She fitted onto my form with ease, our bodies melting together and our tits.