Though none of us four have ever experienced a male penetrating our bodies, Marlene and I have come to a place in our lives where we either have kids ...ow, or let that part of a woman’s life pass us by. Each of us have decided, that if we’re going to have kids, we don’t want to adopt, we want to give birth to our own babies.“You - Dear Young Man, became the donor of preference - and your cock, the object of our obsession – when we received those photos of you. If you are willing, we want to make. This is when he really started shouting, as if I were hitting his most sensitive of spots, so I kept going--twirling my tongue around his ass and taint, before coming back up to his balls and back to the tip of his twitching cock."I need to fuck that fat ass now, I wanna see it in person finally," he smacked my ass through my tights, and I reached back to rip them wide open, revealing my big bare ass in his face. "Oh you fucking dirt slut!" He shouted with an excited smile.He climbed into the. It got quiet for a few moments; but soon I heard the bed creaking again and I knew he was fucking my wife's tiny asshole. They were both moaning now and the bed noise was even louder. I heard him say that it felt good and her ass was so tight…That was enough to push me over the edge and I came all over.My little wife was moaning and making a wincing sound at the same time. She told me afterwards when he would get it all the way in her anus, it was very deep and hurt a little, but she knew he. " They both began texting, and it gavemea moment to try to sort out what was going on. It seemed to be almostbeyond belief that so much was going wrong. Could it be coincidence orwas there something more sinister at play here? That's the trouble withparanoia; once it gets its grip on your mind, it spreads like cancer,infecting every thought and making every event seem like a conspiracy.We have to play it by ear, I thought, take everything as it comes. It'sprobably just a run of bad luck after.