I paid my respects to her sacred womanhood in the time honoured tradition making her cum around a dozen times with my tongue, fingers, and the tiny bu... powerful RO80mm mini vibe across the hard little nub of her clit. Wifey likes to be fingered too which I duly did, tickling her G spot with a upwardly curved 'beckoning' finger. I even made her squirt a couple of times, I didn't let it go to waste. Then surprisingly she took the vibe herself and treated me to a truly spectacular solo display of. She was still wearing some of her pre pregnant clothes, but they were a little tight on her. Especially the tee shirts, she seemed to have gotten a much larger chest size. I didn’t mention it, but she joked about it.“It’s a shame I had to be pregnant to get the boobs I always wanted,” she said.“Maybe they will let you keep them,” I laughed.“Who, the boob gods,” she suggested.“Sure who else?” I asked trying to keep it light.As I left Jodie walked out with me. “Daddy you do know I love you,” she. “I can’t tell you why, but you have to trust me. It’s not because I don’t want to; I just can’t.” “No I’m sorry,” she sighed, coming over for a hug. I felt a now familiar tingle as her firm breasts pressed into my cheek (she is thirteen inches taller than me, so that’s as high as I reach). “I shouldn’t give you a hard time about it. But it’s really hard not to feel just a little jealous. In some ways I almost wish you didn’t orchestrate that Fantasy Night; then I wouldn’t know what I was. My heart was pounding and I was almost sure they could hear it if they stopped to listen. Ken’s hand pressed down between Linda’s legs with his fingers searching for her hardened clitoris. Once there, Linda spread her legs further inviting Ken to keep going while she continued to stroke his cock. Their lips smacked when they broke their kiss as they adjusted their positions to accommodate their burning desires. I had begun stroking my own cock and spreading the leaking pre-cum around my.