.well, the rest doesn't need to be said."So, this is my surprise. Tom, you know this woman, I presume?" A small chuckle followed the obvious stateme...t."Wha...what, oh my god!" Monica exclaimed and then sat down. Claire brought her a glass of wine, which she emptied in a single gulp.Roxanne moved to Monica's side and stroked her cheek. Paisley did the same for Tom. "I will explain, then we can get back to the festivities. I met Monica while looking for a designer. And yes, she is Monica,. ..” “I will be your slut, Boss… whenever you want it…”So I stood up and began getting undressed. Barbara told me I had missed my sexy body, since that time we had been out of town.I looked at her in the eyes and told Barbara I wanted her to fuck me, suck my pussy, to make me cum all over her face…I sat down on her armchair and spread my legs. She was surprised about finding my cunt was so wet. My mound was glistening with my pussy juices.Barbara knelt between my spread thighs and she put my. "He squeezed her with a heavier hand. Cloudy droplets formed at the tips of her nipples and ran down to his fingers. "For the past few weeks," he said, "when I do this, you've oozed little drops of a clear fluid. Tonight it's looking more like milk -- proto-milk, maybe ... and there's more of it" Does it bother you?" Not in the least. I think it's..." ... sexy," she replied. "I do think you get off on pregnant chicks." Like I said -- get off on pregnant you." He kissed her nipple and then drew. "Well for smart girls, you sure are acting stupid," I told them, as the IDs started to appear. "Look at the front of your ID. What do you see besides the picture and the ID number?"They looked and turned back to me with puzzled expressions."Your names and addresses are on there, dummies!" I almost shouted at them. "If I really was a sexual predator, you might as well give me the keys to your homes!"There were gasps of shock and the cards quickly went back into their purses."Don't EVER show.