"Oooh, go on! You know you enjoyed it."The thought of another chance to impregnate her without her realising made me smile again. She took it to be a ...smile of concurrence and gently wrapped her vulnerable legs around me again. My erection stiffened harder and it took little effort to repeat the activities of the previous night. We pounded away like two devils possessed until we each orgasmed again.Again I lay with her open thighs wrapped around my legs as my greedy seed lashed their little. Will sobbed with happiness and answered in the affirmative. The wedding was set for the upcoming September, in Montreal. They had already found a location, Will had applied for and received time off, and his co-workers were planning a bachelor party for him. Will wanted his mother to come ever since they started to make plans, wanted to show her how happy he was with Chris, and the good things that Chris brought into his life. Marilyn and Chris had never gotten along very well, she found. After a few minutes she stopped, her ears tuning into the sound of boots on the crunchy road. She turned to look and saw Ben headed down the road away from the cabin, whatever task he’d had to do there apparently finished. He seemed to sense her looking as he stopped and met her eyes. Their gazes locked for a minute and she began to feel uncomfortable. I guess he’s the gruff, silent type? she mused. She was determined not to speak first. She wasn’t going to try and win him over just because. Whilst I was perversely satisfied with the situation of being continually humiliated and having my ‘shortcomings’ pointed out by José it was worth any discomfort just to see Irene being violated by his fat black cock and have my fevered fantasies made real. However, whilst Irene played along with her part in our game (and admitted that she got so much more satisfaction from being fucked by him rather than my pathetic excuse of a cock) unbeknown to me he was becoming increasingly more abusive to.