Sandra rushed over to her as she waddled over the threshold with her large t-shirt straining to contain her, one hand under her pregnant belly and the...other steadying herself on the door-frame. She was sweating a little and the moisture from her heaving chest ran in beads down her enlarged bosom and made it appear that she had begun to lactate."Well sweetie, tell me. I've been so worried."She eased the pregnant woman over onto the bed and gently removed her shirt, easing it up over her. I wanted to be slapped across the face. Have my clothes torn off by a stranger’s rough hands. I wanted to be pinned down and choked and spanked till my ass was glowing red hot. I wanted to be someone’s precious whore. To be fucked without a shred of mercy, fucked into my pillows until I was bred, only to be fucked some more.The sloppy sounds of my fingers fucking my pussy filled my ears with heartbreaking lust; I wanted it to be something else diving in and out, spreading my lips, and throbbing. Her arm rose and her finger gestured for me to come over to her. I realized that she knew I wasn't dead drunk. I got up and approached the couch. Kneeing down I took my first look at her truly well fucked pussy. Sperm matted almost all her pubic hair. It seemed to be everywhere. Her labia were swollen, red and gaped open where her hole was. I could see more sperm oozing out of her abused pussy. "Well?" she said. "Aren't you going to soothe it for me?" "What do you mean?” I asked. "Lick it. "And why were you keeping things secret from me?" There are always going to be certain things that we keep secret from others, even those that are closest to us," she told me. "There are some things that you were too young to be told about. There are some things that are too personal, just between me and your father. There are some things that I was too embarrassed to tell you. And there were some things that I felt would influence you in particular directions, and I wanted you to make your own.