There was the mirror, opposite me. My reflection had that sort of blurry still-half-asleep look, with big-bad-bed-hair and puffy eyes. But hey, she wa... sorta pretty, I thought. You know, I’d do her. And, knowing that I had nothing else to do, I thought I’d start the day on a high note. I wiggled down the length of the bed so I was sat on the edge, directly opposite the mirror. “Hello, pretty,” I said to myself.You have to love yourself. I learned that early on. If you don’t love yourself, you. Now she was in the last stage of her surprise pregnancy. Both she and her husband seemed happier than they had ever been. For some reason her own father seemed very grumpy when he saw her. She knew she would never really understand men. She had thought that every one of them thought with their stomaches and penises. Now her father is so grumpy with an old friend like Mrs. Tee Art. Nancy had always admired the size of her breasts. Then she had gotten pregnant and they had ballooned up as big as. She just smiled and climbed into bed. Sarah grabbed my hand and slid it down to her pussy. I could feel his cum dripping from her pussy. Needless to say, we fucked nice and hard that night while she told me how his dick felt inside her.We woke the next morning and went about our routine. While I was in the shower, Sarah mentioned it would be nice to give Travis another good time this morning since it had been so long. She said she liked how he fucked her how he used her as a slut. I told her. Gulp, gulp, gulp… The only thing stopping the backwash is a constant flow into my expanding stomach.I’m like a beached whale when my bucket makes a hollow plastic thud on the tile floor, the last mouthful refusing to go down until my stomach makes space. But, hey, it is technically inside my body, right? Apparently, the cheer team agrees, and one of them turns the shower knob, carefully avoiding my aura of stink. The initial burst of icy water doesn’t startle me; I welcome with open arms.