Ash sure the hell did. She had told me many times, long before we had met Mike and Kim, that having another man's kid japanese was the one fantasy, the most powerful trigger to most of her orgasms. She loved pretending some guy was impregnating her and she was going to have his baby...not mine! She claimed there was something in that fantasy that would get to any woman. Something very primal. Something wired deeply inside and if I loved her and trusted her, I would just deal with it. How did I "damn deal with" it? Not so well. Would I ever consider letting her? Not at first. But, like so many other things, we talked about it a bunch of times, of course always all jacked up on the edge. I had a ton of issues. Hell, there was only complications, and danger, and even party disaster every way I sliced it. So much so, Ash refused to talk about it any more unless we were in bed and she was playing with my cock. During those times resistance seemed to melt, at least enough that we could find it a hot thing to contemplate. However, now we had actual names and faces to that fantasy and both of these crazy women were conspiring against me to have one or more kids that weren't going to be their husband's! Could we really do it? Could sharing kids build bonds between the four of us as the girls believed or would it turn out to be disastrous and the worst mistake we've ever made? Over time, I admitted I'd love to make a kid with Kim. I even had my own little term for it... "Kim's and Jim's kid." As for being ok with Ash having Mike's baby? Well not so much. I know, I know... Ash was forever reminding me I was in the middle of a big double standard. And she continued to remind me it would still be "her kid" and therefore actually "our kid" and that child would always remind us how wonderfully free and sexual we were, and how this birth would be the most avant-garde thing we could possibly do, and how her clock was ticking, and what strong love bonds we would create with them, and how this was our one chance to explore something few others ever get to explore, and how the jealousy and ownership issues I was feeling were something we always thought should be conquered anyway, and this was just an important swing extension of everything we had already discovered... and always... "Tick tock" Don't get me wrong. I sincerely loved Ash but this was pushing it. I loved the kids we already had and raised. We didn't need any more. And even though what I loved most about Ash was her sexy way of viewing life, this was different. It was way the hell "out there in fantasy land." Ash wanted it a lot. Ronja tensed, it could not be as bad as the teacher said. “I can’t wait to get out of here.” But I couldn’t get away from him. Very well, Miss Zan. Let’s eat.” Debbie (and me) was laughing about it but at the same time her pussy was getting wetter. I have them both near my mouth now. As usual, I open my suitcase and just dump the clothes into the hamper. “Ready?” I asked softly and Aunt Sheen nodded her head, looking straight in front of her, away from me. “Oh god I love eating cum, guys please help me eat it.” She started slow, taking only about half of me into her before pulling back up. Julie had worked japanese at the school for the last ten years. “Mmm, yes, we're going to have fun with those.” The next five minutes were a nightmare to me. I wiggled my head in agony. Of course, I’m party very well known and I’d like to think that I’m respected.” They continued to watch the setting sun, both of them reliving the past few months, the bittersweet outcome washing over them. “What do you mean…you wouldn’t know how to handle it?” It was the best thing in the world. swing When she let the jaws close her nostrils flared and she bared her teeth, startlingly white against her black-painted lips.