‘I’ve gotten to the point where I can deep throat most guys, but when I guy’s really big he can’t force it or I’ll gag. Essence, though, she...can shove any guy I’ve ever seen all the way in like it’s a piece of candy. I’ve never seen anyone who could do what she does.’ ‘And that’s not fair too. Talk about the complete package. She could deep throat the Washington Monument. She comes from just about anything: cum, blowjobs, even giving a handjob. Plus, there was that time she had all those guys. Jennifer was enjoying being pregnant -- this being her first one. But, while she'd been somewhat prepared for the changes in her body, she had not been at all prepared for how it would affect her libido. Jennifer, like Harriet Roberts, was almost insatiably horny now that she was carrying a baby inside her belly.Jennifer hadn't quite gotten to the point yet where she would have to start wearing a maternity uniform like Mac and Harriet already were. She was a few weeks behind them in her. Smith, standing there together, too close together. The photographer was gone.The woman was holding a belt with two huge vibrators. They plugged into the wall. Mr. Smith said he was planning on leaving her all night wearing it. The woman said not yet, it would set her off, ruin the whole effect. Mr. Smith agreed. They waited. He touched the woman on her breasts, right in front of Alex. The woman let him and snuggled her butt into Mr. Smith's erection.They got tired of waiting for Alex to cool. He took a quick assessment of the class. ‘Well, there you go, proof that even the mightiest of intellects is still susceptible to being poisoned by the swill they serve down at the kitchen like the rest of us mere mortals.’ Light laughter dispelled the tension: food poisoning and nothing more, their idol hadn’t fallen after all. Brian especially looked relieved. Miranda caught Luke’s eye and mouthed, ‘thank you.’ He nodded, ‘All right then you apes, let’s get back on track and we can discuss.