“Now, Mike, no tears please,” she said warningly.She waited until he looked more composed; then moved in for the kill.“There will be plenty of t...me for tears later!” she exclaimed “When I parade you in allyour frilly sissy finery for a selected group of my friends, for instance. Oh, yes,” sheadded, noting with satisfaction his look of disbelief, “that day is coming, and there isnothing you can do about it. I want to see your cheeks burn crimson with shame andhumiliation, I want to see you. I just don’t want to move while he’s got that razor at my throat. He kept up a running commentary about how different things were today than when he was dating. He’d never have stepped out on even one girlfriend as hot as my wives were. Donna kept chuckling.“Well, it’s not really stepping out on them if they’re involved, is it?” I asked innocently. “I’m the first to admit I’ve got the hottest wives in the world, but our girlfriend is gorgeous, too.”“You got it all, young man. You got it. So did Rachel. Somehow, that next day, whenever Danni had thought of going out to buy a morning-after pill, she was nailed to her bed by either me or Paul. He didn't realise what his mother was doing, of course – leading him to father a child on Danni – but I did, and I'm afraid I dumped my cum in Rachel's channel as often as I could, while he fucked Danni exclusively.It was the day after that she managed to get out of the house and visit the pharmacy, but by then, it was too late. Fortunately. I crooked a lone finger and motioned for him to step over to where I was seated on the cart. He looked around and then stepped over to the cart where I sat, my legs spread. I put a lone finger over my pursed lips and shushed him. As I did, I pulled my skirt higher and rubbed my hand over my pubic region. “No, no, no,” he replied. I stood up and unzipped the zipper of my skirt, allowing it to fall the ground. “No, no, no,” he again replied, as I bent over and retrieved it, placing my skirt in my.