They began to work on her now. The dildo she saved for special occasions because of its size (her and Tom referred to it as “The monster”) being p...shed into her sopping pussy. Her eyes closed so she was unaware of who was in control, except she knew, they all knew, that really she was in control, they were gentleman after all. She felt herself stretching. She heard the click of Chris’s camera phone as she was filled, taking only half of it, and as she felt it move, the ribbed surface consumed. Her hips would rise off the bed quite a bit, too. For Will, the easiest way to know when her orgasm arrived was that the pussy that had seemed impossibly tight to begin with, latched on to his prick like a fucking bear trap. This happened twice. The second time, Will would have joined her if it had been possible to squeeze anything past the human cock ring he was encased in. He had to wait until things loosened up again, before unloading.When the gasping for air and panting stopped, Will was in. "Sorry, that can wait. Just tell me how much it hurts,Donna, and where."When she describes her symptoms, I relax a little. I've come across thiskind of thing before, albeit in a work of fiction, and there's every chanceit's nothing more serious than an upset tummy.I look up at Louise."The chorba Hilary made last night...what spices did she put in it?" Ginger, cumin, coriander and star anise." Well, you should think about leaving out those sorts of ingredients whileone of you is pregnant. Not. You are laying on your couch in your livingroom: The windows and doors to your porch open. Letting in the gentle breeze from from the ocean which caress your naked form as it fans you in the summer heat. You lift your hand which is slick with your pussyjuice and look at it disappointingly. You then rub the juices onto your massive pregnant belly, rubbing them slowly into your flawless, baby-soft, fair skin.Your other hand is idly massaging one of your big milky tits. "its a sad woman without.