As the days went on I heard him mention one name more than the rest, some boy named Peter. My wife told me that he had become our Jack’s dearest fri...nd and the two boys had become inseparable. In fact Peter’s birthday was coming up and we were all invited to his house for the party.“I’ve met Peter’s mother at school,” Cornelia had told me, “and I’m not sure what to make of her. There’s something odd about her though I can’t quite put my finger on what. Maybe it’s because she’s foreign, I don’t. A soft moan escaped her lips. He touched his tongue on her spine, right between her shoulder blades and licked up towards her neck. All the while his hands, crushing her soft tits through her strong fingers, pinching her erect nipples through the fabric of her dress that felt strangely coarse and so erotic on her body. She kept whimpering like a kitten. unnnnh…aaanh…mmm! He continued to play with her soft, supple breasts standing very close behind her. His long hard rod pressed on her ass and. I froze, biting my bottom lip a little. It hurt a little bit but I didn’t want to stop. I was going to finish this. My fingertips were brushing against my cervix, it felt spongy, so much different from when I wasn't pregnant. I curled my fingers a little, trying to make a fist and panicked a little as my hand started to slip out.Pushing in harder with my free hand, I managed to stop my fist from falling out. It was stretching me, making me twitch a little inside. I felt my baby shift in my womb. .. The other fetishes are still strong, but incidental to glorious spunk-filled three-sided sexual passion..... Turned out to be an inaccurate choice of emphasis though - for both positive and negative reasons....The negative is simple of course. No-one has offered. Even cyberly there's only been one couple, from 10,000 miles away, which has kindly related. They've been good to me and I love them for it because she's white and he's black and fuck me, that is and they are as kinky as you can.