"Shapely's the name, Waldo Shapely," he said, as the Chesterfield on his lower lip dangled without falling. "Representative of the American Butter-Chu...n Company, it's the way it vibrates that produces all the cream." I-I use oleo," Hilda stammered. "For my figure." Don't tell me a lovely bounteous gal like yourself is one of those diet-fad types trying to make yourself as skinny as a spinster schoolmarm," Shapely said, walking toward her. "Why, a fellow doesn't want to hold his sweetie and feel. You need to cum again? Is that it? Eric looked at his mom and nodded. Mom, I cant stop feeling horny, and look how hard I am again. Eric said in frustration. Alison looked at his cock and it was again so hard. She couldnt believe it, it didnt take him more than a few seconds to get that big. How could she say no to that? Oh Eric, what more do you want? I just had a shower but if you want&hellip,. Alison stopped talking and looked at him. His eyes had widened so much. Alison didnt know what he. ``They didn't know what to do with us,'' he said as he watched his girlfriend pair off with two other men wrapped in white towels. ``We also paid some money. But we still must be very careful.''Orgy organizer Albert was more than aware of this. His cavernous, garishly decorated 2-story home - imagine a cross between an Albanian film about Marie Antoinette and Gone with the Wind's Tara -- nestled in a gate-guarded community has hosted four previous sexual extravaganzas, all with no incidents. He jumped out and came round to open my door and helped me out. I was slow sliding out, my belly swung me around, and it was so heavy. He reached down, held me and kissed my lips, with his tongue in my mouth. He told me I tasted good. I still had not swallowed all his cum. Then he took me to the front of the black cab. I was pushed roughly, face down, over the bonnet with his big hands, one on my pregnant bulge (I imagined the 2 boys sitting on the warm taxi bonnet, watching Daddy in action!).