Each wore a polo shirt and khaki trousers. They all had thick necks and narrow waists. Each crisscrossed sinewy forearms over their chests like steel ...elts. There was no mistaking that they were the gym teachers. Attaching herself to the group was the blonde runner from Friday morning.She, herself, wore khaki cropped pants and a polo shirt. It fit so well, neither stretching the fabric nor allowing excess material to sag from her form. With her perfect, toned body, what else could she be but a. .. lost ... the ... baby... , “ Karen confessed now, “and Jill ... Jill ... wants to make another one. She wants me to get pregnant again ... by you ... to help ... keep you around, I think. None of this was my idea. I never wanted to ‘atone’ that way in the first place. I fought her long and hard on it, lost, and decided to keep her happy. I was gonna make up for it by some ... other way, not that.”“Jill, we talked about this kind of thing. This ... this isn’t right. It’s not healthy. Even you. I don't want him to be left out and open my arms for him. A smile spreads as he watches me with his hand still on his cock. He bends over me and sucks on my other nipple. I gasp feeling the two mouths. In my bliss I notice Trevor's hand takes over Aaron's cock and Aaron's previously busy hand slides down my stomach and between my legs. Aaron gently taps my clit and I shudder. Trevor's mouth kisses up to my neck and he sucks and bites along my pulse point. With them both working on me I can feel. ”I was in a haze as my fingers worked to undo my pants and my legs pulled me forward, surging toward the throbbing slab of man meat at the center of my vision. I didn’t even think to hesitate, much less protest, until my lips were already stretched around his shaft and he was gushing his salty brew onto my taste buds. For a moment, he let me savor it, let it sink in that I had my father-in-law’s cock in my mouth.Then his hand squeezed my head, pushing me down until my jaw would open no wider.