“Be sure to announce to everyone that tonight is taco night. Oh, and I hope I don’t have to interracial tell you that John will probably eat a dozen or more tacos,” I say to the chefs. “We’re already prepared for him,” Sammy replies. “Nice!” Bobby and Sammy both go around telling everyone that tonight is Taco Sunday night and there will be a contest that everyone needs to participate in. I see everyone’s eyes brighten up, including my newest lover/baby maker Dr. Ronda. “Guess I’ll have to enjoy the spicy food before I’m pregnant,” Ronda says to me. Mom does ask Bobby if the spice can be toned down a bit for her as her belly doesn’t take to spicy foods all that well. Bobby tells her that they have already figured that and will make a small separate pan of meat with virtually no seasoning which made her smile. I look around and take stock of the good things that are happening here. The CG boys are dating porn twins. Fred is dating Mom. Jill, Dakota, and now Dr. Ronda all want babies from me. Diane is pregnant with John’s baby and they seem to be doing very well. Sharon, Jennifer, Paula, and Donna are wonderful women who all love me. Allison is working hard trying to be successful now that she owns the studio business. BJ and Danni are wonderful sexually charged women that are both beautiful as well as being smart. Missy will be back soon; I hope, as she was fun to play with. Belinda seems to be working hard with Allison as well. Aurora has fit in well here and her cleaning service has taken the load off Amy to run the house. The two chefs are funny in addition to being wonderful cooks. John, well he is my threesome protégé. I treat him as if he was my own son. He has made the transition from being a kid in Diane’s crew that just always said ‘fuck’ to a mature young man indian that accepts responsibility and has a much more mature demeanor. Amy has really begun to flourish in the role of keeper of the house. Getting the cleaning service was perfect. Now she can focus on just running the house and not being a slave to it. And then there is Mom. She’s beautiful, she’s sexually a dynamo. Clearly, she and Fred have found some sort of happiness. Mom guides me when I find myself in a difficult situation. I am very glad to have brought her to the West Coast and helped her sell her stuffy mansion in the Hamptons, for which she got the highest amount of money ever sold by a non-beachfront property. "Are you going to be a good cum toy for me Wendy? She was now almost fully exposed, her interracial left hand knuckle-deep in her pussy and the other gripping the chair. I hated that bitch so much. An expectant pause. “Hold on just a second while I check the schedule…. I do . How do you fuck them?” I pulled her a little way up my body so that her magnificent tits were each side of my cock. She squints, trying to stare him down but all either of us can see is the bright shine from his flashlight and after a moment she looks away in shame. I shrugged, "I know." They woke to a bell, dressed, and walked to the dining room for breakfast. It was threesome a lot thinner than a man’s indian cum. In fact, instead of concealing my erection, the spandex cycling bottoms I wore only emphasized it. She whipped her head around, looking into the other car. I tossed and turned, getting little sleep as my mind imagined all sorts of possibilities, all bad. I wasn’t ‘Born’, at least not in the way you think of one being ‘Born’. Her thighs pressed against each other in a vain attempt to ease her need.