They have a fun week.

As the clothing flew off Jennifer, Martin looked on in only a way a man who's shift ended five minutes before the lesbian showcase could. With a tent big enough to find shelter inside his pants. "I need to talk to Mr. Wyndham about a raise. This job is going to kill me."

"Sorry, Marty! It's gonna be a girl's night." they both laughed cattily down at him as the traded lusty kisses. "I'll be back in the morning, try not to tire her out too much, stress is bad for the baby."

The night was young, and as Alice felt Jennifer's tongue drag across her swollen box it was just the start of a wild three nights of debauchery. Alice's pregnancy had made her juicier than normal, "It's like your a tootsie roll pop, I can't get to the middle, and I don't ever want to!"

When it was Alice's turn she put in the effort but she was no-where near the skilled pussy-eater her partner was. "Jennifer, your pussy is so pretty. Why hasn't Mr. Wyndham bred you yet?" Jennifer grinds herself on her face roughly at the notion. "Because he only breeds good girls like you, and I'm a baaaaaaaaad girl, Alice!"

At her admission, Alice feels her pussy clamp down and sucks hard at her clit. Mr. Wyndham's receptionist moans out her orgasm, like a dying animal. "That's it girl. Work those folds, clean out my juices."

The next morning, Martin gives her another cup of his tea, and another serving of his milk as Jennifer looks on. "You still doing that milk gag, Marty?" As he ignores his pestering co-worker.

They sunbath, and swim throughout the day, partaking in each others feminine desires whenever possible. Nighttime brings deep, mutual sweaty orgasms and even deeper sleep.

The third, day, goes much the same, only Martin's tea isn't a match for this mornings round of sickness. After a little TV, Jennifer gives no quarter to Alice's burning baby furnace, and after nearly three hours claims her mucuian prize from her thouroughly defeated companion.