Sometimes, actually, I would be pretending to sleep while staring at her now, pregnant 36 D breasts, and if I was careful enough I could catch her loo...ing at my crotch, almost begging for something to be there. And these occasions started to become more numerous. Then one day something happened that almost sent me over the edge. After returning back from a trip to the YMCA, I was really horny. Mainly because I had seen Chrissy's really sexy body, and also had gotten to stare at her. With a last lingering stare in the refogged mirror she pulled the shower curtain slowly aside. Stepping into the shower, seeing the wet hunched back of the woman she had come to love, Valerie squared her shoulders. She would share her soul openly with those that she loved, there would be no pretense, no personas, only her, laid bare. She trusted that those who professed their love for her actually did, that she would be as safe as she felt she would be in her heart. Valerie’s hand moved out. "No," said Jim. "You're more like a girl, like a girl who needs a good fucking."I felt myself swooning in his arms."I need to get you wet now, don't I?"Jim's fingers,covered with a greasy substance were now probing around my ass. I squirmed to free myself, but he was holding me tight."Hi, Wendy," said Jim, staring into my eyes as he slid his fingers in and out of my bottom. "Want to go out with me?"His mouth clamped against mine as his fingers wiggled against my sphincter, and I felt my cock. Each time he thrust, his sperm-bloated testicles came swinging forward, thumping with an obscene moist smack into the smooth, widely split crevice of her buttocks. And then he began pumping into her with the staccato speed of a wild machine."Urrrggghhharrrgggllldaaarling!" the groaning blonde gurgled ecstatically reeling with pleasure beneath the stray's fucking. She felt as if she were already cumming, and her throaty cries became one long, endless moan of mindless delight as he pistoned.