”“You’re not super preggers,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re not even showing. I’m not even super preggers.” I was starting to have ...orning sickness. It wasn’t bad, just some nausea in the morning that some saltine crackers helped settle.“I’m super preggers, Yunie!” my lover said, her rump clenching. “I need to be pampered.”“Of course, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong said, spreading the massage oil.“Okay,” I said, moving around the other side of the bed, my large breasts swaying. “I want you to. My husband was standing over me as I sat on the floor with my legs spread. Opening my mouth I gently licked his dick all the way around it, letting him watch her cum gather onto my tongue. While I was doing this Deanna positioned herself between my legs and began to lick my cunt slowly. I took my husband’s cock deep into my throat, sucking it hungrily as Deanna worked my cunt with her mouth. My husband looked into my eyes as he started to fuck my mouth faster and Deanna continued to eat my. After a few minutes he pulled out and started pushing into my ass. It did hurt a little at first, but he went slow and was soon all the way in to his balls. He started pumping with a slow, but steady rhythm, sliding all the way out with just the head of his cock inside, and then all the way back in. While he was fucking my ass one of the other guys tilted my head back and started sliding his cock into my mouth. I had never deepthroated before. His cock slid into my throat with ease and he came. One at a time they continued taking out the bodies, hoping signs of life might appear in them. The flopping of bodies and necks as they were lifted, told of certain death. None of the men were recognized by anyone, but one fisherman knew enough to head back down the loch a short ways and let James MacRae know what had happened on his lands. In less than a half hour’s passing, James MacRae stood over the dead bodies of one of his main leaders and two of his men. James moved along and knew the.