"I have 6 bottles I need to fill. She giggled. We headed for her tent again. I did this for about a week straight. Every time her husband left. W... would fill his breast milk order. Emma was up to a dozen milk bottles a week later. Her husband would come home. He then sold her breast milk online. He would then count the money from her breast milk, in front of her. It had been a whole year since he rolled over on top of her.Two months later. Emma husband found a home pregnancy test in. "You like?" Charlotte asked sweetly, feigning innocence."Yes! Oh yes."She giggled happily and twirled around; giving me a view of her hard ass cheeks covered in the sheer material. This sight did nothing to calm my erection. On the contrary! Oh to have those firm globes pressed against your lower stomach and your cock hidden in the soft recess of the wet cunt below and between them!Chris squirmed in my lap, rubbing her soft ass against my hard-on and I could feel that the place on my thigh that. Her long brown hair dripped and her drenched clothes stuck to every inch of her body and were all but see-through. She noticed he wasn’t laughing anymore and she spun on her heels to look at him. He was standing still, just staring at her. She cocked her head to the side slightly, ‘What?’ she asked quizzically. ‘You,’ he said, and walked over to her and scooped her up in his arms. He took her to their room and set her gently on the floor, and began to strip off her wet clothes. She hadn’t. Deb on the other hand was alternating between uncertain preening and tears of disbelief. The melange of contributions to make her elegant new body had worked really well. She was essentially the same size and type of build as she had been but now she had the conformation of a lingerie model. Her lovely face was different but still had recognisable traces of the old Deb and that warm smile was still there, working overtime between bouts of doubt that this new body was real. She kept stroking her.