His lips were softer than I could have ever imagined; his breath twice as sweet. I had become accustomed to the taste of the color on my lips, but tha... taste was renewed as he kissed me. As a matter of fact, I became aware of everything; the smell of my perfume and his cologne, the cool night air kept at bay by the warmth of the car heater, the feel of the stockings against my skin, the strain of the undergarments, the weight of the earrings, the soft jazz on the radio, the strength behind his. "Oh... oh yes! That feels soooo good baby!" She said. She reached down and started stroking my cock. "I want to feel you in me baby!" She sat up and reached about behind her and slid me into her moist hole."Umm. Yes Oh God yes!" She said as she closed her eyes and started to ride me. I looked up at her and couldn't help but wonder if she was visualizing a black cock in her of if she even felt me at all. Her pussy was now wet and stretched and I couldn't seem to get any friction from her as she. “Owen, I’m pregnant and it might be his,” she said. The look on the face of her husband was something. But not something bad, not anger, not questioning, not anything that might have been expected. He seemed almost—relieved!“Owen?” she repeated. “Did you hear me, understand me?”“Uh—yes dear, I did,” he said.“Owen, what’s going on?” she said.“Abby, I understood you, yes. The truth is I have been keeping something from you for a long time, since the beginning actually, the beginning of us,” he. He fished out a quarter, and as we watched, he called and asked if a small brown and white male dog had been brought in. His eyes lit up when the answer was positive, and he asked them to hold onto him until we got there.“I can’t believe that son of a bitch did this!” he exclaimed. “I swear, I’m going to kill him!”“Hold your horses,” cautioned Marty. “We don’t know he did it, not for sure. What do you want to do?” Marty was a senior like Ricky, and highly respected among the brothers.“I want to.