I truly loved my son and enjoyed my time with him. I wanted to teach him everything I knew. I always spoke English to him, and asked the girls to spea... their language to him so he would learn both.Neither Betsy nor Sherry had shown signs of being pregnant, but Lena got up and ran outside and vomited about 6 weeks after we got back from our trip. "Sugar, are you sick or am I going to be a father," I asked smiling.Lena said, "Your daughter has my stomach feeling sour, Husband."I was very happy.. I moaned in pleasure as I felt him stretching me out. He began thrusting in and out of me quickly. “You want me to stop and get a condom now?” he asked as he pounded my pussy.“N-n-no” I stuttered as he pounded me so hard I could barely speak.“that’s what I thought. Still my fucking cum slut aren’t you?” he said. Remembering how he started to call me his cum slut when he started to cum in me in the past brought a new wave of sensations to my pussy and I started to cum.“Y-Yes, I am your c-cum. The warmth of the shower and the smell of the salty air are too much for me. I can feel my clit pulsing. I grip your back and make deep marks into your skin in an attempt to ground me. I want a raw and physical claim that this moment between us was real.Your balls slap the skin at the entrance of my ass as you continue to slam into me. My movements match yours as I wrap my entire body around your chest. The feeling of my breast squeezed against your chest causes your orgasm to build.“You. She had left the door slightly ajar, and when I entered, I was greeted by the most delicious sight I had ever seen. There she was, naked, except for a pair of black stilettos and a pink feather boa around her neck. She was lying back on a wide double bed, sucking one finger and massaging her clit with another! She asked me if I liked her look. I think I just dribbled!She said I looked gorgeous and as sexy as fuck, and told me to drop my things, get my cock out, pour myself a glass of Pinot, and.