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9 months pregnant Asian lady

... you okay?” I asked. “Need a rest?” She was a mess of cum and sweat. Reluctantly she agreed. She made the “Shhh” noise to us, pulling on a robe, and we followed her deep into the house, to the kitchen. In ten minutes she had hot dumplings, bacon and coffee and we were all eating as she served us. “You owe me longer,” she said to the Asian guy, her lips brushing his ear as she set a plate in front of him. “And you owe me longer,” she said to the suit, who had pulled back on everything but the tie, including his shoes. The rest of us were hanging out in our boxer shorts and t-shirts mostly. “But you can owe me if you want.” She didn’t like him any more than the rest of us did. “Maybe,” he said, “I’m pretty tired.” A few of us made remarks and coughed the word “pussy!” under our breath. “And you owe me,” she said, leaning over me to set my plate on the table, sucking my earlobe. I held her like that and kissed her back, her mouth opening to take my tongue. No cum this time. I took her right at the dining table as the other guys were eating. She got up on the chair on her knees, elbows on the table, my hands squeezing her tits and nipples as I fucked her from behind. I won’t say my thrusting was better than the others she had had, but I gave her a good fifteen minutes and she came at least twice. When I was done the Mexican guy had a second turn behind her, and then the Asian guy finished her off as we all helped with the dishes. By the time the Asian guy has finished fucking her ...

... it was 2:30 a.m. It was suddenly silent in the kitchen. “How long is your husband gonna stay upstairs,” I asked. “Maybe till he has to leave, I don’t know,” she said. “He sl**ps up there sometimes. I don’t give a fuck.” I was afraid that might change later and make problems for her. I suggested: “Hey, why don’t you give us all a ride back to the station and we can drive home or get cabs from there.” In another 10 minutes we were all back where we started in the van. I was in the back row of the van and when the others slid out and said goodbye I didn’t move. She turned to look at me. “I was thinking,” I said. “How about I help you take the dog to the vet in a couple of hours.” She thought about it. “Maybe it’s good, he’s a big dog,” she said. “Can you hide in the van until he leaves?” I know who she meant and I didn’t mind spending a few hours napping in the van. We pulled back in the garage and she went inside. I was next to the M-5 and saw the guy as he came out with his clubs. He looked like a real dick. I had thought about opening the van door and making a dent in his car but she would be blamed for it and I didn’t want to get her in trouble. Half an hour later she came out and got me, freshly showered, her long black hair brushed down over her back, and dressed in a red top that hung over black tights. The tights showed off the curves of her body. I hadn’t been able to sl**p much because I was thinking about getting more of her. We had time for a cup of coffee. I watched ...