The problem is that you are not the father of the child." I'm not what?" You are not the father of the baby. The father of the child that Krystal just...gave birth to is black." No, that can't be, you must have gotten the babies switched somehow." I wish I was mistaken Bobby, but I was there when the baby came out. I cut the cord. I'm sorry Bobby, the baby is black."I still didn't believe him. There had to be a mistake, there just had to be. It was another two hours before they let me see. Of course, as soon as they had me signed up, I was hustled onto a bus for the journey to the training base in San Diego. I wondered at that time why they didn't just put us all on a plane to save time but I found out that they were using the bus route to get us in a proper attitude for our unexpected welcome at the reception center. Yellow footprints were etched in my mind for all eternity and I could see them even now cast back into the past in the midst of a different kind of war. It was a. "You don't have permission to cover yourself. Put your hands to your sides." He cradled my face in his callused hands while looking into my eye. "Nodding is not a definitive answer," and he lightly kissed my lips. "I accept," I whispered, and he kissed my lips again. "Your lips are luscious, Mrs. Foster, like a fine vintage port' sweet and complex," He put two fingers on my throat, pressing lightly and traced down between my breasts and down my stomach to caress my flower, parting the petals. Leaning forward Tom attempted to lick one of David's nipples but theaction pushed the boy's chest away and put more of his cock in his ass."David moaned and said, "Daddy, your pole is so big. It fills me. Putit all in. Fuck my hole Daddy. Please make me cum, make me your girl."Tom sat back, put his hands on David's hips and pressed the boy down.His cock slid easily the rest of the way into his stepson. He glancedover to see his wife pounding the ass of Terry, whose eyes were shut.