I groggily asked what time it was and Natasha responded: “It’s past twelve and you were up early, let’s get you in bed so you can have a proper ...leep.”I took her hand and she led me to our bedroom. Careful not to let her see my erection, I stripped off to my underpants and got into bed and closed my eyes. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said she’d be in in a bit, before switching the lamp off and quietly closing the door.I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t believe I had been. By this time, I was most definitelyshowing, and I had devastated the local pickle and ice cream repositoriesto a degree there was serious talk of a shortage. Stephanie and Rolandcame by at least once or more a day to visit me, or more likely visit thebaby. Seeing the joy on both of their faces when they felt the baby kickwas almost worth everything I had endured so far. It was interesting tome that Stephanie was almost more of a nervous wreck about the wholesituation than I was. She was worried. On the one hand they all wanted to do the deed, but they don't want anyone to know that they did it...at least, not anyone who would judge them harshly.That's the biggest difference between the sexes I guess. Guys really don't care if anyone knows what girls they had sex with, or fooled around with, or exposed themselves to for a laugh. It makes some women mad. The old cliché "A guy has sex with a girl and he's a stud, a woman has sex with a guy and she's a slut..." People who feel that way. . God!" she screeched out, as I sensed the orgasm begin to rip through her body. Her pussy walls vibrated against my fingers, as her pussy tightened and began to spasm. I continued fingering her, while my tongue rallied on at her sweet nub. Her hips gyrated and she writhed in the ecstasy that took over. Her breathe grew deep and fast, before crashing down into just a loud groan, "OOOOHHHH!" It then stopped suddenly and she appeared to gasp for air in her lungs as the orgasm struck. Her breasts.