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It was an intentional attempt on my part and Sally's to help Linda get pregnant, so that she could later have a mulatto baby, and pass it off as being her white husband's child. " "That night in the hotel room, when I was with Rico. If you call puking your guts out, just about every morning 'cool.'" "Well, be that as it may, I still wish I were pregnant, just like you." "Well, what's important is that you don't tell Pete that I'm pregnant, until sometime he 'does it' with me.
But then Jerry had unexpectedly arrived, with his niece, Cindy, in-tow. I'm carrying his baby, as a matter of fact." "Wow! That way he'll think that he could possibly fertilize me, and get me pregnant--especially when I tell him, right before we start, that I'm not using any birth control--and that type of thing really seems to turn men on a lot.
Naturally, that made her feel like a 5th wheel, even though technically she was a 7th wheel, in this particular situation. "By the way, you didn't tell Pete I was pregnant, did you? You do want me to actually make love to your husband, right?
Linda was still feeling so horny at the time, that she had even been willing to let a much older man, like Jerry, have sex with her. I'd suggest house, 'cuz we don't have any kids." "Good idea! I mean, you don't just want me to lie there, and let him 'do me,' do you? I definitely want you to treat Pete in bed as if he were your own husband, because I intend to be do the same thing with Carl.
And now, here was Linda on the phone with Sally, after she hadn't heard from Linda in over a month. " Linda whole-heartedly agreed with Sally, thinking about how wonderful it had felt to her, when she was having sexual intercourse with Henry that night in the hotel room. I know there's gotta be a reason why you called me, after bein' away for so long." "There bad," Sally said, trying to calm Linda down a little bit. The next day Sally met Linda at the Olive Garden restaurant at the appointed time, and the hostess sat them in a booth at the very rear of the restaurant, sitting across from each other. Pete might have blown a gasket, if I had." "Or he might have gotten totally turned-on, to find out that you 'swing both ways.' Who knows? Anything for my favorite black girl." After both women had finished their lunches, and were walking back to their respective cars in the restaurant parking lot, Linda stopped Sally for a moment to say, "There's one last thing I've gotta warn you about. In fact, why don't we both put on our old high school cheerleading outfits--sans panties, of course--and give the guys a real thrill? As she was driving back to her house, Sally was wondering if she could still fit into her old cheerleader outfit. As we were pulling up to the house, to park the car out at the front curb, Sally had made me promise not to let Pete know that she was pregnant.
And at this point, our story trudges onward (in third-person narrative, since I wasn't actually present, when the following events took place): "What's up stranger? "I'm sorry I haven't exactly kept in touch. I guess, I just wasn't ready for what happened." "Neither was I. Linda had indeed worn her white cotton sun dress, with the colorful embroidered flowers all over it. And you know I won't judge you," Sally assured Linda. "Instead, he calmed back down, and asked me if I could ask to let him 'do it' with you, in front of me and your husband. My husband would be thrilled to watch me 'do it' with a different man. Pete's nowhere near as big as Carl is 'down there,' if you know what I mean." "That's perfectly okay. I'll just have to make do, as best as I can." "Yeah. So she rummaged through the boxes in her closet, found the outfit, and put it on, just to see if it still fit her. She said that she wanted him to get maximum pleasure from their first-ever intercourse together.
But unfortunately for her, Jerry had been all wrapped up in his quest to have gay sex with Henry, from the moment that he had walked into that hotel room, and caught his first glimpse of Henry's large, fully-erect, dark-skinned penis. That is, if that's okay with the one who decided to be so 'clinical' with you the last time.
But that didn't really matter, because we were all too "preoccupied" to even pay attention to Linda's departure. Can you meet me for lunch tomorrow at the Olive Garden down the street? Let's meet there sometime around , right after the restaurant opens, so we can beat the lunch crowd, and get a booth back in the corner somewhere, away from all the people? Then Linda mentioned to Sally, "By the way, I'm gonna be wearing that pretty dress you like." "With, or without panties? "Guess," Linda remarked, right as she hung up the phone, before Sally had time to answer her. I was very careful not to bring up the whole bisexual, lesbian-style love affair thing. And so he was holding back his emotions." "Would you please talk with him about that, and let him know that it's okay with , if he gets passionate with me." "Sure, Sweetie. "And I'll make sure not to wear any panties that night. " Sally said, as both women exchanged Hollywood-style fake kisses, one on each cheek, and then headed for their cars to leave. * * * * * Sally and I arrived at Pete and Linda's home just a few minutes after PM on Saturday, as planned.It was like he was ashamed to show me his penis, once he was looking at mine. At that point, both women began fondling their own bare breasts, as well as reaching down in their crotches, and teasingly finger-tweaking their own pussies from time to time, indicating that they were both ready for the "games" to begin.I stood up, removed all my clothing, and then sat back down on the sofa, with my rock-hard penis jutting out from my crotch.Even though he seemed intimidated by what I was doing, Pete went ahead and unzipped his pants too.But instead of pulling his dick out, like I had done, he reached down inside the front of his underwear waistband, and began fondling himself. And Pete and I both clapped for them, and wolf whistled at them, as they were teasingly and very slowly removing their cheerleader outfits to eventually get naked in front of us.