There was so much and it was so wet… it started dripping onto the bed but Fang still didn't take his toy back. I tried to pull away, my princess par...s throbbing, full, and in pain but it didn't work. He was stuck inside me. Crying, I picked up the phone and called my Dad. He answered on the third ring, his work tone coming over the line. “Daddy…” I sobbed into the phone and I heard the immediate shift in his voice.“What's wrong?”“Fang… he. Daddy… he’s stuck,” I choked out the words and felt my. His eyes filled with lust as I confessed how many cocks I had sucked and fucked. I could see his trousers bulge nicely as I told him how I had been taken by many young black men, frequently 2 or 3 at a time. My pussy began to drip, and I began to feel a wonderful weight lift off me as I confessed all my sins. At some point he stopped asking and I just began regaling my various stories. How I had blown delivery guys, how I walked around flashing young men, how I once fucked my son's teacher to. But I was also feeling so horny that I didn't even care. I just wanted Jim's sperm inside my pussy. I wanted him to fertilize me.He didn't know that I wasn't on The Pill anymore. And that was because I wanted to have Jim's baby so badly, that I was bound and determined to get impregnated by him--even if he didn't want me to. We had been living together for many years. And I figured that my getting knocked up would be the easiest way for me to finally get him to ask me to marry him.Plus Jim had. While Jane was British, Sam was apparently from one of the southern US states. "How about you?" asked Sam further, touching my arm with her fingertips. "Name and Tarzan status, please!" I'm Nina", I said. That was the easy part. I mentally shrugged. Well, nothing ventured, "No Tarzan". I paused and took a deep breath. "You see I'm gay". I waited for the reaction."I see", said Sam, who smiled and never moved her hand."Okay", smiled Jane. "Well I'd like to propose a toast. To the three oddballs.