At any rate, just about the time Tommy slammed me one more time and stopped and I felt him spurting inside me, Dad was coming all over Mom's face and ...she was giggling, or maybe laughing.Watching her, once again I thought that my love of feeling Tommy spurt all over my face might be genetic.Tommy and I were quiet for a minute, catching our breath. I watched Dad stand up, offer a hand to Mom, who was still laughing, and in another minute they were over to the pool and into the water to wash. I ached for them. After a few minutes of whimpering and begging they finally decided to let the night continue. I was back on my knees with one cock in my mouth and the other I was stroking in my hands."Time to see if that little boy pussy is as tight as it looks," daddy said as he threw me back onto the bed. "Face down ass up just like a bitch," he told me and I quickly complied. I had Fred's dick back in my mouth as daddy was rubbing his dick head all over my boy pussy. I could feel him. Her cries of pleasure matched each orgasm. Her wetness flowed, and I was obliged to suck her clean.Almost as soon as we had finished, they asked me to return the following week. I agreed but by that time, I knew I was pregnant. On the second visit, we had cocktail hour like before. I had a Coke. Harry asked, "Why Coke? Didn't you like the Chardonnay?" I told them about my condition. Harry loved the idea of fucking a pregnant woman especially since my boobs were swelling and my darkened nipples. He cooked a big breakfast. Amazingly he felt no guilt and reflected that’s how it should be. He’d not known of the relationship between Jenni and Sierra and, needless to say, Sierra had not yet earned any sort of commitment from him. Basically she was a conceited, self-centered, wasteful and under-performing bitch, though he loved her, sort of. ‘Sort of? What kind of gutter grammar is that?’ he growled aloud, trying to comprehend the stupendous though qualified declaration of love that had.