"The speaker was an exotic-looking woman in her early 40s, though she looked at least ten years younger. Her name was Octavia Rush, and she had an obs...ure if interesting background. A mixed-race child of uncertain heritage, her mother was apparently a Latin American part-time prostitute killed when the girl was four years old. Her father had probably been one of her mother's clients. Whatever the girl had lost by not having full-time parents, though, she had at least partially been compensated. To Sheila I said, "I understand nine months is the usual. That will do, give or take a week. I think..." I could not talk, because Sheila had grabbed me and was attempting death by smooching. I decided that I had taken the right position concerning offspring.Sheila:After our first attempt at coitus, Sean rolled me over and held me close. That was nice. We had to find something to talk about, so the wedding came up. Neither of us is without family, but it seemed like we might as well be, since. The door opened and my mates wife staggered in, and proceeded to throw up in the basin and then sit on the loo letting go an enormous fart and stream of piss. All the noise must have woken my mate who walked in and with out a word stood over his wife and pissed on her, she let out a number of expletives and slapped his cock. laughing he joined me in the shower and his wife called us a couple of gay cunts and walked out of the bathroom.He asked if I was ok and I made the comment about my arse. And he was jacdking off under his blankets while staring at the ceiling. All of a sudden I saw his hand duck out from underneath his blanket and snake it's way beneath mine. Gingerly he grabbed my hand and lifted it, carrying it underneath his blanket. I didn't say a word and pretended to be asleep. In one of my more brilliant moments I even tried to pretend like I was snoring. I'm sure it sounded ridiculous.Suddenly I felt it. He was wrapping my hand around his cock. It wasn't warm, it was.