The next morning.

Carrie twitched and squeaked, as jolt after jolt of immense pleasure went through her breast. Her breast seemed to take on a life of its own. She could see her nipple moving around on its own. Wiggling side to side, and stretching out, like there was a finger inside her breast pushing out. Her breast was experiencing sensations she had never felt before, and it was starting to over whelm her.

Her pussy, already worked up from the little blobs earlier antic, began to twtich, as she felt a pressure building up inside her, growing larger and larger. Carrie could do nothing, but ride the waves she knew would travel through her body.

Just as she was approaching the brink, her backed arched, as her mouth twisted into a silent scream. She felt frozen for that moment. Unable to move, or say anything. And just when it seemed like it wouldn’t stop, she let out the loudest scream of her life, as her hips bucked up and down, her body jolting like she was being electrocuted. Wave after wave of pleasure traveled through her body. She tried her best to stay still, to control her body, but it just wouldn’t obey. As the last wave went through her, her vision began to blur, as she let in a deep breath, before passing out on her bed.

Carrie laid there, still and motionless except for the steady fall and rise of her chest as she breathed. Her right breast then began to quiver, her nipple bouncing around, before finally the little droplet emerged. It remained motionless on the little nub, as if looking as Carrie to see if there would be a reaction. After several moments, the little droplet moved down from her breast, travelling down her toned stomach, before finally reaching her pussy lips. Then like last time, the droplet darted forward, reentering and disappearing into Carrie’s body.

Carrie awoke to the sound of birds chirping. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing sunshine pouring in. Slowly, she lifted herself up, her whole body aching. Her muscles sore, her throat raw. She looked over at her clock, seeing it was 9 am. Her memories flooded her head, remembering the little goo. As quickly as her aching body would allow, she stood up, examining herself. She looked closely at her breast, giving it a cautious squeeze, seeing if there would be some reaction. She let out a sigh of relief when there was none.

She looked down at her waist, carefully stocking and prodding, but again, nothing out of the ordinary. Carrie relaxed a bit, thinking the little droplet had finally left her body, and had gone to rejoin the rest of that blob.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, shocked at her state. Her hair was a mess and tangled, her lower half sticky with body fluids. She moved over to her bathroom, spending over a hour, cleaning and redoing herself. She felt renewed and refreshed afterwards. Her hair was back to its normal, thick wavy length, and her skin felt smooth and soft. She stepped out of her bathroom, moving over to her dresser, opening the drawers, thinking a head of what her day would be like.

It was a weekend, so she didn’t have to go anywhere. Her two daughter would be home soon, and would probably just do their own thing. She reached in, picking up a nice silky pair of blue panties. She threw them on quickly, and then reached for a pair of black yoga pants, pulling them on, as the fabric hugged all her lower curves.

As she reached for a bra, she stopped. Carrie couldn’t put her fingers on it, but she was feeling a little daring. Forgoing the bra, she reached in, grabbing a red tank top. After throwing it on, she guaged her appearance in the mirror. The black yoga pants hugged her body perfectly, while her red tank top showed very clearly she wasn’t wearing a bra.

She blushed when she saw her nipples poking out the front of the fabric. Carrie felt somewhat naughty by her appearance, making her cheeks blush, as she skipped out of room.