His forefingers were thoroughly cleaned by her pink tongue and Aimee commented about how good she tasted and how lucky Byron was to enjoy her. Aimee c...limbed off his chest and told Byron to have a shower as he smelt and to jerk off. Byron replied he wasn't the one leaving cum on other people's chests as he rubbed the shaft and head of his red cock. As he bathed in the hot shower Byron examined the new set of cuts on his upper arms and on the side of his face He wondered how he would explain them. I realised now they weren't just for my benefit, she'd wanted to excite the guys at the party!The woman took Nici's boobs in her hands, squeezing them as she showed them off, and I got hard in my pants as the woman let her big forefingers with black nail varnish stroke Nici's tit ends in circles. Nici flushed a little with arousal I'm sure, and her teats went up, standing up at her appreciative audience.I watched quietly from the far end as she lapped up the attention, serving the bikers as a. I was growing fast and addingweight. I was always snacking. This was bothering Jack, who finallytold me, "You need to start eating healthy meals to feed the two ofyou - full, hot meals three times a day. Three snacks in morning,afternoon and at bedtime. Understand?"I was afraid of this sudden stance, as well as for my self-image. Itold him, "I'm afraid of getting fat! You don't want that, do you?" WHAT I want is a big healthy baby and a round, full wife! I thinkpreggers are sexy! So you'd. "You're so quiet tonight," he says."We were just kissing. It's hard to talk when you're kissing." Not just then, smarty-pants. Is anything wrong?" Just, you know, unwinding." Unwinding," he echoes. Silence. Then "You'd tell me if there wasanything wrong." Sure. Of course."I kiss him again. A little neck pain is better than feeling thepressure of having to go on with this treacherous conversation or tryingto make some kind of small talk. Any talk at all. I don't want to talk.I've had enough.