“Wow, daddy! I think that you enjoyed that. Am I right?”Damn! I had forgotten that Ellie and Greg were right there. Apparently they had finished t...eir fuck and watched Wendy working on me. I felt embarassed but somehow I was not as embarassed as I thought I should be. Maybe Ellie's and her friends' attitudes to sex were rubbing off on me?“Do you know something Ellie? That is my first ever blow job, and yes it was mind blowing. Thank you so much Wendy.”“Well, you've had two of my holes now. Next. Local interest in John Sinclair's murder was still high and it wasn't difficult for Markow to get News Channel 3 to air the CCTV footage of Gavin in the pawn shop. A voice-over asked anyone with information on the man contained in the footage to contact Cathedral City PD on the toll-free number.Within the first hour of Gavin's image being shown, there were enough calls identifying him as someone who had stayed at the Dorel Dorset to convince Greg that he had his lead.When his officers returned. I asked her on WhatsApp about how much of a whore she'd been recently. She said she'd been fucked by some guy who ruined her in a London hotel. Then my phone went off, she'd sent a video... It was her getting fucked, hard on the table in the hotel room. Her firm E cups bouncing as he pounded her smooth, tight pussy. I was parked up in my car outside my flat, about 9pm so it was very dark. I turned the sound up and watched the video again. Her moans, I had never heard them before. My little cock. “Huh? What did you want to 'talk' about, Mom? Your hot, wet, naughty cunt?”His hand slid higher up my thigh, caressing my flesh. Ripples of heat washed up me. My nipples hardened. My pussy clenched. My hips shifted from side-to-side. I groaned as he reached my panties, rubbing against them.“No,” I panted, grabbing his wrist, trying to push him away. He was strong, eager. “I'm...pregnant.”James blinked. His hand froze. “What? Really?”I nodded my head, staring at his blue eyes. They were shocked..