Finally her morning sickness stopped, and I started feeling better too.I went back to work, and life seemed to return to normal, until one ofmy female...co-workers, who knew Mary was pregnant, asked me when I hadgot the sympathy belly.I asked her what that was, and she told me it was a fake belly a mancould wear to simulate being pregnant, to help him understand what hiswife was going through. I laughed and said she had found me out, but Iwas very concerned, since I wasn't wearing any kind of. Sex was so good with him. The next morning we woke to the same beach, and decided for an early morning walk, which started into an early morning escapade, but as soon as I slipped my skirt up to let him have his way with me, we were intruded upon by a nudist colony of senior citizens. This however, was not a bad thing. They had set up a tent city, if you will, because they had rented out the beach for a get together. We were invited to join the festivities, and one of the women graciously let. I have never had so much fun,she called her husband every name under the sun, shouted how she was getting fucked by me In the dress he had paid for, called the in laws cunts, I can't remember what else but the air was blue, whatever she had to get out of her system she did on my cock and nearly broke it!So fast forward to this Christmas, I work in the hospital and myself and a colleague called Sarah, I know same name, have been flirting . she's married a few years, usual story, wrecked tired. ”“Oh, yay!” Janet said, clapping her hands before her.My women piled into the limo, and I followed, my dick aching. Things were going perfectly. We would soon have the bimbo treatment on the market. Women across America would pay us so much money for the treatment. I knew many would line up even with the side-effects. And the men would be thrilled.My dick ached as Janet and Becca slipped to the floor of the limo. Their cheeks pressed together, blonde and black hair mixing as they unzipped me.