Surprisingly, there was no one else around so Paul wondered how Amber had gained entry to his house.Paul didn't think for a single minute that Amber's...newly conceived baby was his. How could it be? He absolutely knew that he had never fucked her. Then he was reminded of one of his favorite phrases that Captain Picard on "Star Trek: The Next Generation" used to say: "Make it so." Paul figured if Amber was truly pregnant, great. If she really wasn't, he intended to "make it so".Paul stood there. The wallet contained $500 in cash, and a new Social Security Card and number, new Visa, MasterCard, Discover, and American Express cards, and Alaska Airlines Frequent Flyer card.The outer door opened and they were ushered into a government car and driven to a blue and white Boeing 727-100 and ushered up the stairway into the plane. "The cargo is on board," a female flight attendant/agent told the pilots, as the stairs were pulled away and they were directed to what looked like a beautician's. If I cum first, then your asshole is safe."Well, I knew my husband, and I was pretty sure that he would not cum before me. Yes, I secretly wanted to trade places with Marion, and this contest was the perfect excuse. I gave the command and, suddenly I saw Marion wiggle her tongue toward my slit. Remembering that I was still holding Bill's load in my pussy, I lurched forward so that Marion could access my hot hole. I looked to the right, only to see Ron anxiously sucking away at my husband's. The recipient of my first blow job was the father of two girls I became close to at the daycare. He was a 45 year old attorney with an office three blocks up the street from the daycare, was a friend of the daycare owner, a notorious flirt, and, initially, completely turned off by my 19-year-old self. Any way, we became close, over the years but fought the attraction. I would visit him at his office, whenever I could, always hopeful that banter would lead to action...and, one day it did. He was.