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It can have been much of a surprise, but my husband and lovers indulged my little ceremony. I led us all to the living room and sat Martin in the chair (yes, Mom, THE chair. Those stains are NEVER coming out gay muscle man.). I sat on the sofa between Darrell and Sidney. First I turned to Sidney and kissed him on the cheek and told him I had wonderful news; he was going to be a DADDY! He wasn too pleased, as I suppose gay muscle man is natural under the circumstances. Then I turned to Darrell and kissed him, too. That turned into quite an event. I got up in his lap and threw my arms around him, rubbing my excited titties against his chest. His tongue was down my throat and his hands were on my ass. I got so excited I almost forgot and threw my self down on his prick and screwed him. Almost. Somehow, I had the presence of mind to pull back from fucking my self silly right there in my living room in front of my husband and Martin. Coming up for air, I pulled Darrells hand off my bottom and placed it on my belly. And you, I told him, are going to be a FATHER. Darrell let out a whoop of joy and was about to carry me off to the bedroom for a celebratory fuck when I stopped him. Its gay muscle man not your turn any longer, I giggled and hopped out of his lap. You would have laughed if you had seen it, Mom, your horny daughter scooting across the room from Darrells lap to gay muscle man Martins before either man knew what happened. Martin had only managed to open his mouth to say something when my tongue was in it, kissing him joyously. It didn take him long to figure out what my pregnancy meant for him. As he started to feel me up, I was babbling into his neck about how much I had missed having him fuck me, and how much I thanked him for waiting, and gay muscle man for all the yummy blowjobs, and how I was going to make it up to him.

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