“If you insist, I will agree...” Cornelia said, clearly still hungry. She then grinned, “But on one condition. You must inflate a basketball, or...similarly sized object, inside of her now loose womb so that she always appears pregnant.” This was an unusual request, but I did not see any issue in it.“As you wish, Cornelia,” I said. I pulled my arms from Cornelia and went to a nearby sink to wash. Cornelia removed her arm from the woman as well and kissed her swollen clit before joining me at the. I was still somewhat hammered. The TV was still on, but no one was around. I figured everyone had left (including Ryan). The scream that woke me up...I didn't hear it again. I must have dreamt it. My mouth was dry and I needed a cold glass of water. So I went upstairs to the kitchen. Once upstairs, I heard the screams again… they were coming from upstairs where my mom was supposedly sleeping. The screams and moans were more consistent now. Instantly I thought someone was fucking my mom! My. Gretchen smiled as she saw Jennifer focused solely on the retelling of her Monday night. “As he laid down beside me, still mostly hard, I decided I’d let him experience my oral talents. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it.” Gretchen winked and licked her lips. “He certainly is a mouthful. Don’t you just love how the head of his cock is? Like the world’s best mushroom. I loved taking it deep in my mouth, but I wanted to feel him inside me again. Mmm,” she went on explaining, “Soon he was solid as. I started to throat him, desperate and in need of his luscious man juice. I swallowed every inch that I could, my lips rubbing against the fabric of his boxers. Goddamn how heavy can a guy sleep? I pushed the wandering thought away, returning focus to the urgent matter at hand. My grip was tight and rapid, working his dick in harmony with my tightening mouth. My oral hold on his cock was water tight, ready to trap the liquid into my thirsty mouth. The only time I allowed my mouth to become.