“Henry says I have to get back on the pregnancy horse as soon as possible. No matter how I relieve his balls, he makes me spit it into my hand and p...sh it into my vagina, or let it drip from ass into a cup, which he pours into me. I get terrible infections, but Henry says it’s because my body needs a new baby. I’ve had to go on antibiotics three times since I miscarried. I beg him to just fuck me, but he says diversity will make a stronger baby.” I know what’s true, but when he says it, there. .."My protest died beneath the woman's explanation as she held the clothingpieces high. "Farmers lived here back then; they were naturally notclothed so finely as the people in the cities. Nevertheless theirfestive day costumes were splendid. Here you see a part of the normallingerie. Do you know what that is?"I observed the bright piece of clothing sceptically. If I didn't want togo home wrapped in the blanket, then I was going to have to put it on.At first glance it looked like a chemise, but. She wore a her ribbed dark sweater that was looser than is the current fashion, skirt that was short without being sexual, chunky black shoes and retro cat-eye glasses. It was a clean, wholesome sort of look, and she looked like the grown-up version of that girl that you fooled around with in the Anti-Apartheid shantytown in college, or like Natalie Merchant's more professional younger sister."Uh, thanks," I said.The gaffer - isn't that what you called the guys who held the microphone - sort of. Callie moved behind her and kissed her as Alexius rested her back between Callie’s legs. They’d furiously make out, suck on each other’s nipples and smile as Rich began to lick up and down her slit. “Mmmmm, she tastes so good,” he said looking at Callie, his chin already slightly coated with wetness. He loved eating out, the taste, the reactions, the short breaths…it all gave him a thrill! Alexius’ body was arching as she lay there between her two best friends. Rich sucked her clit into his.