" as I wiggled my thumb that was now buried almost up to my hand, in her tightest of holes. I then turned my hand so that my thumb was facing down. Th...rough that thin membrane separating her vagina from your rectum, I could feel the top of my cock, still buried to the hilt, inside of her squishy cunt."Please" she said so pathetically. "I can’t. I mean I never have so I don't think that I can....." It's no longer your decision" I said matter-of-factly. "I'm here to claim you as my own. Plus" I. "you and Kirsten are lucky to have each other too," I smiled. Beth grinned deliously, "you know, Kirsten and I have talked about having a baby too," she stated open endedly. We let go of each other and switched, Briana opened her arms to hug Beth, as they did, Beth leaned in and passionately kissed Briana on the lips, surprising her. But she did not break the kiss, they even began to make out a bit and caress each other. Kirsten giggled and grabbing me tightly, began to shove her. It all began when I was called upon to look after Matthew Baxter, a tall and good-looking, short-haired and brown-skinned man in his early forties who also happened to be the Governor of Vermont. The first African-American person to hold that office. Many had high hopes for him. He was such a good-looking and charismatic guy. His wife Eileen Jackson Baxter was something else. A tall, beautiful black woman in her late thirties. She was a former collegiate and Olympic athlete ( she won the gold. I wasn't sure at that time if it was intentional but I was often sat there with a throbbing cock and sit in a manner that she could see my bulge but again not really sure if she had noticed it or not and nothing was ever said but a lot of wanking by me was done afterwards thinking of her horny nylon clad legs and what else was just above.Now tracy was not the most attractive of women if I am being honest but not ugly either she wore glasses and was a little chubby I think she was in her early.