The fat Mexican was straddling my wife's upperchest now.Debbie was struggling but to no avail. She was pleadingwith them to stop. The fat Mexican slap...ed my wife's facewith his thick fat cock and said, "Shut the fuck up youbig titted bitch, time to fuck these big ole jugs." Yeah man," a couple others yelled. "Fuck them milksacks!"I watched mesmerized as his big fat thick cock was wedgedbetween my wife's huge melons. He grabbed her tits likebig pillows and wrapped his nasty cock with her soft. ”“Thanks,” she said. “I wasn’t myself last night.”“Sure you were. That’s who you and Bobby are, now.”Finally she looked at me.“I’m old enough to be his mother.”“His very young mother,” I said.“I’m forty. I need to get to a pharmacy. I haven’t had to think about birth control for years!”“Morning after pill?” I queried.She nodded.“I thought about that, but never got around to it,” I said.“But what if... ?”“I suspect Bobby could take care of it,” I said.She blanched.“It’s no different than an. ”“Good.” He looked around the longhouse, now decorated with a few ornate tapestries depicting the Navarin, their ancestral home on Borealis, Earth and the Moon from space, the longhouse and the building of the village, the Borealans really did record everything this way.“Do you think they’ll do what I’ve told them?”Ursi scratcher her chin with her claw, thinking as she watched the flames dance in the fire pits.“Well, you did not order them to do anything, however you are higher ranked, and they. He met my flight and we went out and toured his plant. He showed me what he wanted, I told him we could do it, we signed a contract and then we went to dinner at a popular steak house. The restaurant was just off the bar and the two of them were separated by a wall that had several glass windows in it. We had just ordered when there was a burst of loud laughter from he bar and I glanced that way and my jaw dropped. Sitting at a table with seven black men and another white woman was Cyn. Ron.