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I've got to lie here for a few." I guess it was the overall sense that the four of us should not teen have been playing around so intensely with Kim in her condition because my mind was literally racing... "Kim has just gone from really great orgasms to really great contractions and is this my fault? Should we have stopped this an hour ago? What the hell have we got ourselves into?" My lovely Ashley on the other hand rocketed out of a mattress shaking orgasm and into taking over a desperate situation. Instantly, she was all about getting Kim up, comforting her and doing it all as if they'd been friends for years. I've seen her like this before. It was her empath side, always helping and bonding with someone in need. "Hold my hands Kim. Squeeze them when you need to. It will help. Here, let's get you up in this chair. Great! Lean back a bit. Take some pressure off your tummy." The next ten minutes were a tense scene as we all were trying to gather ourselves from the "puppy pile," with Mike and I staggering around in a mostly dark room, tripping over ourselves and a bunch of other couple's clothing, (who were all still playing around with little clue what was happening to Kim), and trying to find some clothes that mostly looked like the ones our wives came in with. Yes I know...guys are supposed to notice and remember what ensembles their wives were wearing on a night out like this but I think their naked images kinda over rode our memories. I know I couldn't recall what Ash had been wearing. Offering up someone else's dress to put on was fetish not at all tits funny to either of them, and especially after we had gone through more than one option. Have you ever seen a horror movie scene where some terrified person is being chased, finally gets into their car and is so panicked and shaking they keep fumbling and dropping the blonde keys...And it keeps going on over and over until you can't stand watching it any more and yell at the screen, "stop screwing around and start the damn car?" Well, we were like that, bumping into each other, grabbing the wrong clothes, throwing stuff around and mixing it all up. Mike and I were two panicked husbands that should not have been tasked with finding shit for shaved desperate women in a dark room. The conversation was happening in very loud whispers... "No that's not my bra! That neither! Not my underwear. Mine is pink. My stuff is light blue. Oh gawd you can't tell colors in this light? small That is not my dress. Where did my dress go? My shoes...I don't see them. They should be right here! Look over there! You don't remember what the hell we were wearing?" The more frantic we became, the more the clothes from everyone in the room started looking like one big pile you might drop off at Goodwill. The frustration in finding things only added to the our growing sense of hysteria over Kim's condition. He screamed and moaned as he shot load of cum deep into her pussy. I might have to marry you he said with a sadistic laugh. She small with my cum still present around her mouth, leaned over and whispered into my ear, “Thank you, my dear boy. Your cock is huge too!!!" She smelled great. “Um, Mr. Greene, I have to apologize for the way I looked this fetish morning. Diego leaned forward and looked at us, then he exchanged looks with George, and then they both looked at us, at Richard, and then back at each other. “Yes, Christina,” she squeaked, blonde her voice tremulous. Zach held her wet head in his hands and slowly tits began swinging his cock into her mouth, hoping to go deeper. Her attire was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample thighs. I even chose her name. "Sure, we all need a good rest" “What has happened to you? He pushed my face teen down to his cock. I frantically searched my mind for the answer to his question, but my train of thought was constantly interrupted by shocks of pain. She went down to her knees and pulled my pants down. “Mmm, my turn,” my mother said. “The front,” he said without hesitation. Vicky shuffled around to the back of Becca and shaved unclasped her bra before Becca allowed it to slip down her arms and onto the floor, not bothering to hide her boobs like her sister had done. Tonight is on me." He wanted to see her whole body, every inch. Though Shahira was sure no one was looking, she knew anyone watching would be treated to an erotic, if not misleading sight as the couple made out. “Not in over a century.