She looked past nine-months, and her hard-nippled breasts leaked milk-trails as if in preparation for her brood. Unlike the discomforts normal to a hu...an woman, she seemed to gain a sensual gratification from the throbbing young jostling and kicking within her fertile body. An odd sight in a house like this; surely an irresponsible playboy like Junior wouldn't keep around pregnant partygirls ... but I knew the real score."Nearing the end of their lifecycle ... I'll be able to get a good count. "I'd let you touch them, honey," she said. "But you've waited too long. My husband and kids will be back any minute. Are you ready to go back?"I damned my timing. I'd never screwed a married woman, and I wasn't sure that was I club I wanted to join either."My loss, I'm sure," I told her.She joked about my no-kisses policy on the way home."I'll show you where I wanted to be kissed," she said with a leer as she slid her shorts to the side. "Here's my cell number. If you get lonely this week, give. And trust me, you better hope you don't break one like Ijust did, because it really hurts... so remind me to talk to you aboutnot digging them into the mattress when he pounds you into the sheets!" Not happening," answered Bob, stepping back behind the three point lineand setting his feet. "I'm nobody's bitch!"He grinned and winked, confident in his shot, bending his knees as Tarastepped back, allowing him to shoot uncontested as he hoisted up ajumper. As he landed he stood with his wrist bent,. I reached over and pulled the shirt away from the other breast.The three men gazed at my wife's boobs, his nipples clearly visible in the theater light. And I noticed that the tips of my wife's nipples seemed to be hardening under their gaze."You're making me really hard," I said.And indeed, my cock was pushing against my pants. I could still see the prick of the guy to my wife's left standing up, and I knew my own purple head was pushing against my underwear.Sally seemed to be getting into it,.