I could smell her pussy, her sexual aroma mixed with Pete's cum. I kissed her dark pubes and moved down. Lynne groaned in extacy as I licked up and do...n her slit; I stuck my tongue in her freshly fucked hole and got my first taste of Pete's cum. It tasted better than I thought it would and I licked deeper, searching out all his spunk, it went down my tongue, into my mouth and I swallowed. Lynne moaned; she knew I was enjoying eating her out, cleaning another man's cum from her and she moaned. . Did she feel tight?... Well obviously her ass was but how about her cunt?... No, I don't think she had either but she certain learned fast... she did something with her tongue on my clit that made me cum so hard... Are you going to take Pierre up his offer? He did say any time you want to, you can fuck her again.... he also said she will be made available to the other black men in the office to suck their cocks and fuck her pussy and ass.... Pierre said he wants to turn her into a proper. Those desires, those thoughts, started getting me excited. Something about the very idea of any of them being pregnant aroused me. Their desires weren't just for the child, or the terms of pregnancy, or even the conception. It had more to do with the connection each had with me. Something deep down told us that our bonds would be so much stronger if they bore my children. Then, one by one, my mental image of each of them filled out with slightly wider hips, swelling breasts full of life-giving. ‘Eric’s here,’ she told me. ‘Good,’ I replied. ‘You sound strange,’ I added. ‘Mmmm,’ she murmured. ‘I’m feeling really sexy and turned on,’ she continued. ‘Are you,’ I answered, in more of a statement than a question. ‘Does is feel good?’ ‘Mmm-hmmm,’ she affirmed. ‘He brought us some wine. You open it and I’ll get the glasses.’ I rinsed my hands, dried them, then dug in the grab-bag drawer for the corkscrew. I found it, tapped the wine bottle and popped the cork. ‘Should we let it.