It had been a warm night, and I was stretched out on my back naked with my cock pointing to the ceiling. Greta followed what I was looking at and chuc...led.Bea crawled between my legs to take care of my problem. Watching my heavily pregnant beauty sucking on my cock had me as hard as a rock. Bea had a few little tricks she hadn’t taught the others. While Cora and Greta could suck me off with little trouble, Bea was definitely the artist.I groaned and thrust up my hips into her teasing mouth. “Do. They are incredibly sexy and you wouldn't believe how many times I've jerked off just thinking about them...they're fine. You worry too much." You've jerked off thinking about my titties?" She laughed, "I don't believe that." If I wasn't getting ready to fuck you, I would jerk off on them right now. I would. All over those sexy tits of yours. But right now, I'm hard again, and I think we had something else planned, right?" Yes...mmmmm.....I need you to fuck me. How utterly dirty and disgusting. I looked at my wife who was wearing a vicars outfit but it was figure hugging and she looked stunning. I was wearing black patent high heels. Hold up Italian lace stocking with a garter belt holding them up. I was wearing under my black mini skirt a pair of sheer panties that was just containing my cock. I am lucky I have a fairly flat tummy and was wearing a lovely tight black crop top and managed to purchase a DD fake pair of breasts on line to fill my black bra out. to finish I had a nice. I had to be imagining it. Maybe it was the six or seven drinks I’d had. Maybe it was some sort of optical illusion.As we sat around, I couldn’t help but trying to get a glimpse at Dave’s groin. He was now in loose shorts so I couldn’t see anything. I announced that I was going to take a quick nap before dinner was ready to sober up a bit. I had to get away from everyone for a bit – I was drunk, a little horny from all the playing around with Chris last night and teasing this morning, and now.