It was what I’d call a dry wank. I stroke, and nothing happens until I kinda climax. And even then, my orgasm was nothing more than a sad excuse of ... squirt. I made peace with that, though.In the past, at least. Something felt different now.I reached down further and took my nuts in my hand.What the fuck?I knew they felt different. Fuller, heavier, like someone filled a balloon up with water.Usually I jerk off, and my dick would sputter and it’ll go down on its own, leaving me in peace for a. The girls dominated the day, all baby talk and pregnancy talk. African girls, European girls, this is our common thread. It's universal. Lot's of back slapping among the men. All taking bows for producing k**s. A bunch of amazing fools take credit for a lot more than starting things along. I expect the setting was right for Kristen to make her request. As the day ended and the crowd thinned out Kristen and Osei tells us she is ready for another baby. She says it is my carrying that. I got up and went to the mini bar for a scotch and I could feel their lustful eyes watching my every move. I sipped my drink and told them I needed to freshen up a bit before anything else happened. I grabbed a quick shower and took my time soaping up my still hard cock. When I stepped from the shower I could here the two of them talking and eased toward the door to take a listen. The friend was asking how good my ass was since I sucked him off so well and the other said that he would no doubt. Main to apko batana hi bhool gaya, wo ekdum slim trim ti uske pics dekhe se mujhe pata chala ki uski figure kuch 34 36 32 hogi , phir hum roz whatsapp pe chat karne lage.Me usse uske likes and all puchne laga to usne mujhe bataya ki wo ekdum bindass ladki hai. Jise bike chalana b ata ta. Aur wo jub jub smoking aur drinking b karte hai. Uska past me ek boyfrnd ta jisse uska break up ho chuka ta.Phir hum isi tarah bat karne lage wo jub b kuch naya dress leti mujhe uss dress ki pic bhijate isi.