Mothers Day in Africa

Mothers Day in AfricaOK, it exists but nothing near the scope seen in USA. My Ken is a generous fellow but he has lost his mind completely and maybe his wife too.It was American Mothers Day in Ghana. Ken had a wonderful European caterer do all the work at Ozzie and Kristen’s place. Heck, it’s the only place big enough for 16. Extravagant dining for sure. I recognized the Champagne as $200 a bottle Grand Dame from France. Pregnant or not, I had some, not much, 2 glasses. Yup, can’t wait to see the bill from this. The girls dominated the day, all baby talk and pregnancy talk. African girls, European girls, this is our common thread. It’s universal. Lot’s of back slapping among the men. All taking bows for producing k**s. A bunch of amazing fools take credit for a lot more than starting things along. I expect the setting was right for Kristen to make her request. As the day ended and the crowd thinned out Kristen and Osei tells us she is ready for another baby. She says it is my carrying that makes her feel ready. Of course the catch is that my husband must be her stud. OK, it makes sense in an odd way. You need to recall or just know that Ken was the sperm donor for her first and only. The little boy is just plain beautiful while being heavier in the African features than my little girl he türkçe bahis is still a looker! Truthfully I expect these k**s to grow up and school together. We all know what happens when you put teenagers together for extended periods. If they really like each other, someone will have to tell them they share the same father. Kristen agrees and it will be dealt with if necessary.Of course we agree only I set a precondition that we will not change out living arrangements this time. I did let that all know that I have no intention of sleeping with Osei while this is going on. Been there, done that. I just like him too much and it all gets too emotional for me. Plus while carrying the new one I have no intent of being risky. Heck, if the one in my belly was from him I’d already have taken up residence in his bed. Tried and failed there. So Ken will make visits. It was unexpected and surprising that the visits started yesterday. Only problem here is that my resolve did not last long. So is this wife’s lament in a male dominated society. While not keen on sharing Ken I know Kristen’s needs well enough to let it go. How can one say no? So Osei drives me home, and during the drive we both know what they are doing, have done or are in the process of getting ready to do or even doing again. youwin Then I fold, I just blurted out “UNFAIR, they get to have all the fun”. Osie says “So what do you want to do, go back and stop them?” I answered with my left arm reaching across the parking brake level and grabbed his crotch. Shit, he was hard already so he was thinking just like I was. Back at my place we went at each other like a****ls. The taboo excitement has Osei acting like he was 20 years younger. It was not long till the man I had not had since Bermuda was sliding his long slender cock into me. Proof of excitement was that after we climaxed, he stayed hard inside me and we screwed to a second mutual climax. Sex again with Osei was again wonderful, I forgot I was pregnant and put my mind back in Bermuda with him fucking with purpose for a baby. I’m coming down from an orgasm, my insides are filled with his seed and I tell him I wish I could replace Kens baby with his. Maybe that thought is what kept him hard. The cool down kissing just got hotter and more intense till I noticed his drain out turned into a slow pump. Then he is telling me that I am back where I belong. Being owned like this just makes me so…. girly. So taken care of. So perfect. His vigor was amazing. He was hurting me, well maybe youwin giriş just uncomfortable. The days of taking all of him through the cervix are gone, now mister 15 inch is bottoming out inside me and trying to stuff the remainder into a limited space. That being stretched is just so satisfying. Older, skinny and balding, and I just don’t care when I have a cock like him all to myself. Well, who am I fooling? Once we start deep kissing is the point where I don’t care any longer. It don’t take much.We put a phone call into Ken and Kristen later on. I told Ken to just stay where he was as I’m keeping Ozzie overnight. He and Kristen were fine with that. So were we, maybe more than them. So now it’s late afternoon Monday and Ozzie just left. We had a marathon. We coupled till past 4am. Turns out he was taking those little blue pills. The one which warns that if you have an erection longer than 4 hours !!! I believe he had a 6 hour erection and I had him inside me for maybe 5 of those hours. It’s late but we just recently woke up. I wanted him to take me one more time, I know just how I wanted it, from behind while being roughly used as he held my arms and pulled my hair. Just hard breeding, no lovemaking. Just use me. Nothing doing. He had nothing left. So now I’m off to Aunties to pick up baby girl. Then I’ll be stopping by to tell Ken to stay where he is so he and Kristen can have the big house all to themselves for the rest of this week, at minimum.I expect I’ll be getting that hard rough sex later. He promised.