" Too much information," I said, plugging my ears and acting as if herwords had offended me. They didn't. It was how mom talked.She laughed, and it so...nded like home.* *The hot room was the wardrobe room at the Babylon. It was the storehousefor all of the girls' fetish clothes, the shackles and the cuffs andtiny whips. There was also a costume shop full of clothing, the leatherand the PVC and the the see-through negligees. The prom dresses and thenun's habits and the school-girl outfits. But. Rochelle took my ear lobe in her mouth and let her hand slide over my curves to between my legs. Her fingers lightly glazed over my slit. I took a deep breath and whispered one word."Please." Shh baby. Just let it happen." Rochelle said whispering in my ear. Her finger slipped in between the folds of my wet pussy and she began to finger fuck me. Slowly at first and then harder and faster as I began to raise my pelvis to her hand."ARH!" I yelled out feeling her fingers pinch my clit softly, and. ..news.She was more than glad that all this had happened, so far, over the long summer break and that consequently her department and fellow grad students hadn't been alerted to the state of her "developing condition": A proudly butch, macho bull-dyke, becoming distressingly round and maternal, heavily impregnated by her obscenely massive-penised lesbian lover, abnormally bloated, permanently sore, leaking from between her swollen legs and struggling to walk.She had stayed at the hospital for. I ran my hands over my breasts running my fingertips over my nipples, squeezing them hard with my fingers and I started to buck my hips wildly, on the verge of orgasm. Just at this point the dogs tongue centered right onto my clit and I went wild as I started to come. I reached down and held his head tight to me pussy, not even caring if he would bite me or not.I just wanted to keep his head steady I didn't want him to lose this new place he was licking, onto my clit and literally masturbating.