That’s when I found out that I was pregnant. I was definitely worried about what my husband, Ed, would say if I had a brown baby, but I kept fucking...the boys anyway, since the damage was already done. At the end of Part One I started talking about fucking the boys when I was pregnant, and I’ll pick up there in Part Two.Part TwoMy son, David, and the other boys that I was fucking were getting more excited as my belly got larger during the end of my second trimester being pregnant. My breasts had. I revelled in her debasement of me, as if her derogatory labels for me freed me to be exactly what she named me. A slut. A whore. As I exulted in the liberty I felt, I heard her move around behind me, not expecting the pain that I felt as she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across the room. “You are a presumptuous little harlot,” she panted accusingly as she sat on my bed. “But you have satisfied me so I will be lenient in my punishment of you.” She positioned me across her knee and. "My smile broadened. "Thank you," I returned.He blushed fire-engine red, averting his eyes.I lingered at the counter. "By the way," I ventured, "if these don'tfit, I can return them for a refund, right?"I thought the kid would faint! His blush deepened and spread, and heswallowed several times as he shifted his weight from foot to foot.Finally, he managed to croak, in a hoarse whisper, "Size doesn't matter,ma'am. One size fits all."I smiled at him, extremely aroused by his embarrassment. It was. My wife had NEVER swallowed when I came, making a big show of spitting itinto a sink, not knowing how that affected me. When "he" saw me swallow, Iswear he was hard again. I made a comment about it and "he" said hefinally understood. New he entered me gently, and I never expected. I wasa virgin, and "he "understood that. Entering me slowly, with extra lube,he took my cherry without too much discomfort. He pumped long and slowuntil my g spot caught up to his rhythms and started to respond. When.