'This is a love child,' she told him. 'And you're its legal father, so I want to bear it and to see you raise it.'" So?" I asked. I'd heard of worse...marriages, if more fortunate ones."You don't understand, sweetie, any more than he did then. A 'love child' is a child out of wedlock. Someone else was the father. After her death he found out there was no knowing who. It seems that his wife had been unfaithful for years, sexually insatiable. All day long while he was at work there was a. I am outlandishly starting to become frightened and horrified. Damn me for it!From behind me, Stian reaches me, knocking himself against me intentionally and seizing me close and tight toward himself. How is he able to glimpse and spot me in this infinite gathering and mound of darkness while I myself cannot see anything at all? Is it a paranormal or mystical endowment of his or what? I cannot tell...At a snail's pace and quietly, his hand attains for my gear—I am wearing a tawny-colored. “Which hole do I get tonight sexy girl?” I bump back against his crotch and smile over my shoulder as I lower down to the bed. Spreading my cheeks, I show my tight backdoor and hot pink snatch. I run my fingertip between my labia and feel the glistening wetness, which Ethan must be salivating over. “It’s your choice tonight.” I can feel his grin as he unzips his jeans, the denim is chucked onto the chair and I feel his cockhead bounce off my thighs. I wiggle my hips and rock my body back to him. “You sure you want to do this” Asked the whore. “Positive” said Terry. “Ok then get naked.” Terry quickly shed off his clothes and put them on the ratty bed. The whore took out a bottle of nair and began to cover Terry in it. After a few minutes, The whore took a jug of water and poured it over Terry’s head, washing the foul smelling goo off his body. Along with the goo went all of Terry’s body hair. While his long hair was still wet, the whore began to rub dark goo into it and then put it all.