Do we have a headphone splitter?’I could hear the dishwasher ending its cycle from the living room. We rarely used it, but when we did, the low thru... was unmistakable. I was half lying on the sofa, stroking a hand over my swollen tummy and listening to--currently--Green Day, ‘21 Guns.’ The baby was listening too. We’d found an earphone splitter and plugged in two pairs of headphones. It was a cheesy idea, I guess, but I’d always been curious. The baby had reacted the most to when I’d been. After all, someone could be home. But, in fact, no one is. All away, gone, each for some reason or another. House, all to myself, I assure you. I take you by the hand, and lead you in. Turning on the foyer light, hearing the dogs bark, and showing you around a bit. My home, my life. We settle in the living room, where we sit on the couch. Not knowing where to go from there, I get lost in my rather typical rambling. After I realize I am doing it myself, which can at times, take awhile, I see you. She said, "I felt this monster pressed against me when we were dancing and I just need to see if it's as big as it feels."She pulled down his zipper and pulled out his member. "It's beautiful, "she said, and lowered her head and kissed its head. Her lips formed a circle and she started sucking on it.Bob thought this was happening pretty damn fast. He had just met her 3 hours ago and here she was sucking on his shaft. He could cum in her mouth but that was not were he wanted to cum the first. As I slobbered sloppily over Rick's massive member, picking up speed and intensity, I felt hands roaming my upturned ass, causing me to wiggle to the caressing ministrations. Soon, a wet tongue replaced the hands on my rosebud and I ground my anus into the as yet unknown face. Pausing my blow job, I stroked Rick's cock as I glanced behind me. It was Bob licking my asshole and it felt so Goddamn good! But a tongue can only go so far...I got up and led both Bob and Rick to the floor in front of.