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“How can I not be sensitive when my husband's semen is about to be inserted into you? What if you develop feelings for him? What if you kill me and try to be with him? Oh my god, what if my baby turns out to be crazy like your sonnnnn? Never mind,” Marely said with a shake of her head. “Close her legs, put my husband's sperm back in the tube. Better yet, I'll swallow it...hand it here.”
“I love you too, even though I thought my first time in bed with another woman would be a little different. You didn’t even take me to dinner and I opened my legs for you.” “I knew you was gay,” Marley snickered.
“Bro, you cool as fuck and I’m letting you borrow my wife's body, but her pus-” he paused, gathering his composure. “Her lady parts are mine. If I slutted her out while she was nine months pregnant with my own child, ain’t nobody safe.”
“Let ’em know daddy. Got us fucked up. Better hope they don’t come out with dents on the top of their heads,” Harper laughed. “Have they asses rubbing out soft spots for months.”
“Don’t talk about my van,” Marley replied. “The wheels don’t squeak.”
“Yep,” Sammy grinned. “I’ve been known to laugh a nigga out of his Fruit of the Looms.”

