.” I said, turning my head away from him in shame.“Huuunn!” he said excitedly and turned to leave again.“And paper!” I added.“Nnnnn!” he... said, shaking his head.“And paper!” I demanded, folding my arms over my chest.“Uhhnn...” he groaned under his breath.After he left I tried to eat, but could do nothing but hang my head in shame and cry. I was no better than a common prostitute now. No... I was worse than a prostitute. They at least get a silver or two for selling themselves to normal men. I. It was all so matter of fact!My husband and I cleared away the pizza boxes and the dirty plates and went upstairs. It was a little early to be going to bed. But I suppose by the time that Blake was through using that large cock of his on me it would be just about bed time.We went up and sat on the side of our bed. We sat side by side and held hands and listened for the sound of the black man that was going to fuck me in front of my husband.Jarrod asked me quietly, "Are you okay?"I squeezed his. . I feel no desire to leave. Thethought makes me worried. It is plain the others think so too. We don'twant to make them angry with us. They know better than us. They havetheir reasons... something goes into my arm and the world shifts...I am in a strange dream... I'm in a bed... my stomach begins to swelllarger and larger... I am pregnant. I feel the glow inside me. It feelsso wonderful. I'm a mother. In the distance I see him coming. Hisradiance reaches me... For you, I begin to think. I did. We were playing a game called seven minutes in heaven. I'd been in the closet with Tanya Beckman earlier, and she had placed my hand on her breast, then later, told me to feel her pussy too. Both of these were outside her clothes, so the thrill was more symbolic than actual, since she had a bikini underneath her shorts and top. That hadn't prevented me from getting excited though, especially when Tanya began rubbing my cock outside my Levi's while we kissed and I was feeling her up."RJ, you can.