She was a moaner, not a screamer. Or so I thought."YES! Give it to me! Give me a baby! Fuck me! Make me a baby!"I was stunned. We had talked about a b...by, even about two babies but never had she showed any sign of wanting it now. I knew she couldn't get pregnant tonight because I had seen that the cap of her diaphragm had been empty, but just the thought about it made me cum even harder.We was drained after the fuck and fell asleep with her on still on top of me.The next day she admitted that. We sat and talked as we picked over oursalads. It was just girl talk; light conversation aboutthis and that, but I noticed that Belinda was a bit morebubbly than usual. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled a wholelot more.I also noted that, once or twice, she called me Celine. Ifiled that away for later as we left the restaurant andwent back to the stores.On our way back to the car, I asked Belinda what she wantedto do next and she replied; Anything you want, Celine. Iwaited until our packages were. I moaned on the morsels for at least ten minutes after he stopped spewing his potent payload. After I had finished sluttily slurping up the sludge, (At least that which was not left in streaks) Tim put his pecker back into my face, wanking his whopper to work more strands into my gullet, oozing from the mouth of his superior snake. To thank his cock and balls for the yummy meal that was now making my stomach ache from overfullness, I worked my pouty, soft dicksuckers all over his enormous rod,. I reached for Bear’s big penis and pumped my fist over it. It dribbled pre-cum so I covered the tip with my mouth and sucked down to drink it. It tasted so salty sweet. The scent of the animal and the heat radiating off his genitals turned me on so much. I slurped and sucked on the big cock swallowing the hot fluid.“Oh, God, let him fuck you now, Natasha,” Frank said.I was on my hands and knees eager to pleasure the dog. The big animal’s muscular body mounted me from behind. He humped.