It was pointing straight towards the ceiling as Angela got up smiling, crawling over me, only to impale herself over my hard dick. My dick sank deeper...into her moist pussy, feeling the warmth inside with every thrust.My hands were firmly holding her waist. Helping her go faster and faster with every new thrust she made. Soon my crotch was moving upwards to meet her downward thrusts. Our crotches crashing against each other.Her voluptuous breasts bouncing up and down, her nipples willing to be. But Clive was Jamaican. There was no way that the baby could be passed off as his own. The baby would be coloured; everybody would know that Lindsay had been fucked by a black male. Everyone would know that he had been cuckolded. Was he prepared for that? Footsteps from behind him interrupted his thoughts. He turned and saw them hand in hand in the doorway. Les felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach. He knew it was actually happening now; the fantasy that had excited him all these years was. This was certainly new. The physical feeling of our union added its dimension as his copious precum mixed with the secretions I was pumping from inside making me wetter than I ever recall being. He was certainly thick- with a thickness that seemed to increase as he was inside me. Then, there was his length; they added their stimulation to what was driving the building tension winding me up internally like a spring that had never been wound so tight. As if that were not enough, I felt the. Then he bragged about it and it got back to Andreas. You can imagine what happened!”“Yeah. Let me guess, he doesn’t have the gun anymore.”“Correct. And he’s out. All he does is work at the deli.”“That’s what Larry’s grandfather told me. Do you know what the fight was over?”“No. Ed would never tell me. How are things with Don Joseph?”“Fine. He reprimanded me for getting involved in things I shouldn’t have, but also reminded me that I’m under his protection so I didn’t have anything to worry.