The prostitute had had the right idea. She just didn’t quite know how to turn that trick. My belly grew round and smooth, and its passenger let me k...ow with flicks and nudges that she was saying, ‘Hi.’ Darian massaged my feet and hands often, sending cleansing light through my bloodstream to nourish the placenta through which Angela got her sustenance. Whenever the energy moved through my body like that, Angela danced and sang inside my belly, and blew her father kisses, which I delivered for. I could take care of the official hostess duties. What do you say?’ ‘Alright, let’s do it! We’ll have a party!’ They spent the remainder of the afternoon and evening talking about the party and making plans. Shyly Billy asked, ‘Do you think you could teach me how to dance properly? I’d like to surprise Elizabeth at the ball.’ ‘Yes, I could teach you, but maybe you’d prefer to have Elizabeth teach you. What better way to spend hours with her in your arms?’ she suggested with a mischievous gleam. He hurt me, he made me cry but he made me feel so good too, he did oral sex on me and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Even when he was in me, hurting me he made me cramp way up inside, it ached but a nice ache, I want that again.”Jamie was exhausted, being sodomized had taken the starch out of her, she fell asleep in minutes in Marti’s arms.A further hour into the night, Marti got up. Jamie was down for the count, she wouldn’t wake ‘til morning, down the dark hall Marti crept.I wasn’t. He was really making her pussy incredibly wet. She was writhing on the bed and pushing her pelvis harder towards his face, wanting his tongue deeper and deeper. He kept going until she couldn't take it anymore and started cumming all over his face. I love the sounds my wife makes. She was in pure heaven. She kept saying, "Fuck me...fuck me NOW!!" She really wanted him. At that moment he turned towards me and gave me a very devilish grin. He got off the bed and disappeared. My wife looked over.