She dressed quickly, carefully cradling her tender breasts in a maternity bra and sighing as she saw how her dress had to stretch to cover...her belly. She carried the basket of damp laundry into the garden, puffing a little and sweating as she struggled with the load. The bending and stretching rapidly tired her and she groaned as she felt the ache growing in the small of her back. Steve overheard her and popped his head over the fence. "Maria, are you. A plump and severe woman in black latex, her bulges and large breasts creaking in the shiny skin-tight material, was there to officiate. She was accompanied by two whip bearing guard women. All three had their pussies open and displayed, the crotch of their tight leggings fashioned so, as their duties were very much their pleasure, and their pussies a symbol of feminine power.His cock rose quite naturally as each stepped close and he sniffed their arousal first, and then was treated to a sniff. She was sweet enough, and her boyfriend was a user. Jake didn’t love her, and she didn’t love him, but they could share their bodies with each other and shared a semblance of companionship.Monica was easy to talk to and Jake talked to her a lot, including telling her about losing the only woman he ever loved. He left out important parts, like the car bomb and the fact that she had been a flying vampire. In return, he listened to Monica tell him about her childhood and her brother who repeated. If I barged in our bedroom and immediately passed out on the bed, was it possible that they might go back to what they were doing, giving me the chance to watch? If not they were likely to cover themselves and scream at me to get out of the room. Fuck it, I thought, I was going to go for it. There was still enough alcohol in me to give me some confidence; no way would I have tried otherwise. I stumbled into the room, veered one way then the other before contriving to fall backwards onto the bed.