. Well almost. I had waited three months and fourteen days after Sharon left to file for divorce. I’d used abandonment as the grounds. My lawyer tol... me the papers couldn’t be filed for two years. I paid him to go ahead and draw them up.He’d called me two weeks before and told me that he’d be submitting them and in thirty days, or less I would legally be a free man, whether Sharon miraculously showed up after all of this time or not.I hadn’t done much over the past two years or so. I’d traded. With his body on mine I lifted my legs to his side giving him access to my waiting anal orifice. Just as Daryl reached down and guided his rigid cock into my anal opening, T-Bone raised up and whispered 'Daryl, you fucking that bitch,' Daryl froze and whispered back 'take your dumb ass to bed, you be dreaming.' T-Bone stirred from Daryl's bed and moved across the room. He must have touched Daryl 'what the fuck you doing man,' Daryl said. T-Bone answered 'you fucking that bitch, make him suck. They were joined by their brother. All of them were staring with eyes the size of saucers.The sensations in my cock grew stronger as Diane began to hump up at me, only then realising I was distracted and discovering the cause. Her response surprised me.“Come on, fuck me, Darling. Fill me up with your baby-makers. Let’s have more babies. I want another – now!”I thought she was babbling, until I saw both girls beginning to rub their mounds through their clothes. Tommy was rubbing his cock. Even. .. Shoulders, honey ... Don't break that banana..." Are you going to be our new model, Slave-Mommy?" I giggled and walked into the picture, grinning for Peter who just sighed."I ... Well ... He can blur my face, I think, and ... Ummm..." I reached between her thighs, knocking her hand out of the way so I could pinch her swollen clit hard, " ... Ahhhh!" Bad Slave-Mommy," I teased her. "What did we just get done talking about with Slave-Daddy?" Mistress, I'm sorry ... I just ... I couldn't help.