I am 53 years old. I am a widow. I am a mother to over 16 children (none adopted, all mine). I am a mixed-race woman. My father was an Indian, but my ...other was white British.To know what happened before, read the previous part. Now, let’s get to the incident where the cocks come home to roost.After getting fucked for days by them, James, Adrian, Tom, Liam, Chris, Charles, Jim, Kevin, and Rob, brought me to my home. Once we neared my home, they put clothes on me and dressed me up. She came home and told me what they did at lake because I told her to tell me everything and she did but I think she left out some things. She wore her crotch less pantyhose that day and of course you can figure out the rests. This is the same guy who kissed her at work and recently found out it was more than once. I had k**s and did not want a divorce so decide for the ids to try and work out. I thought we had but and I did but then one day she told me she was going to spend the night at. As the crowd dispersed heading mainly for the line of buses and another line of taxis, Jolene eyed a blonde guy slouched against the front of a bright orange pick-up and breathed, ‘Darling why can’t you find a handsome and athletic guy like him over there.’ ‘Why mum? That guy can get any chick he wants.’ ‘Yes you are right, but dream on.’ As they moved closer, the guy who’d caught Jolene’s eye straightened and said ‘Hi Mrs. Swan and Mr. Swan.’ ‘And how is it that you know our surname young. I looked across at Tracy, now with swollen breasts and belly. We made an act of being an unhappy father with his unmarried, gravid daughter, but inside we were filled with joy and were there to celebrate our secret. All the tests indicated that Tracy was going to produce a healthy boy, my son. Each night we were driven together into passionate embraces. Her nipples became sensitive enough that licking and suckling her could drive Tracy to an orgasm. I found great pleasure sliding into her with.