Since Shelly didn't react or object, she blatantly pushed the tiny shorts deep into her ass crack letting her fingers probe deeper than needed and lef... my wife's curvy cheek and part of her wrinkled hole exposed. The group before them was fixated on Shelly's strained crotch, watching the shorts creep deeper into her fattened lips. Even I, in the corner of my eye, could see the shorts shrink and noticed a finger crawl from behind her ass along one pussy lip. I saw it struggle to invade my wife's. My husband rubbed my back encouragingly. In spite of how painful this was, I couldn’t help but wish that this pain wouldn’t end. Most women are excited to have labor be over and to finally meet the c***d that they have carried and protected in their womb for nine months. I’m not.Today is the day that I will find out if I have to admit to my husband that I have been unfaithful. Soon, I will push out my firstborn, and it’s up in the air as to if my baby will look like my husband, or if it will be. “Aren’t you going to say something then?” Angie asked, and I realised that I hadn’t spoken since I’d mentioned Brad Pitt.“I’m sorry, but this is so fucking awesome I’m a bit lost for words,” I replied.I thrust firmly, twisting my leg. I could feel her pussy lips against my heel, my toes were wiggling against what must have been her cervix. “I’m wearing you like a shoe!” I exclaimed.“What are you doing to me?” Angie growled urgently, she seemed to love it best when I really stretched her.“Never. The reply wasquick and made me jump, it said one word."Lipstick!"I gave a whimpered gasp, blushing, I had been in such a state, god whyhad I sent that picture? Though deep down I knew that I had to do what hesaid until I could find a way to escape his clutches, but I hadn'tremembered he had told me to put lipstick on. It took me a little whileto get the lipstick looking right, but to be honest looking at myself inthe mirror as I did it was creating a humiliating self-disgust within me.My.