Susan.

"The door's unlocked!" Deborah shouted.

The door to the master bedroom slowly opened, given us enough time to be a bit more modest, before Susan asked, "Is it okay to come in?"

"Yup!" I responded, lying on my back to show off my cock proudly like a flag pole on the Fourth of July.

"Hey, I just... um..." she stuttered when she noticed my erection. "I just wanted to see if you guys need more water after hours of baby making?"

"Sure, honey," Deborah smiled.

Susan walked in with pitcher of water and two glasses on a tray. Deborah sat up as her wife placed the tray on top of the dresser.

"Okay, I guess I'll leave you two to continue making a baby..." Susan smiled.

"Wait, honey," Deborah said. "Stay."

"Stay?" Susan asked.

"I need a break," Deborah replied, giving me a sly glance as she rubbed her sore pussy leaking of cum. "So maybe you take my spot and try to get pregnant yourself."