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I told her about our recent pool party (an abridged version) and described the lake and the hot springs. “God, now I’m not going to be able to stop thinking about the idea!”
“Good. “By the way, if anyone has a muscle strain, we have a couple of massage therapists on the island.”
“Who?” she asked curiously. She lifted her arms over her head and wiggled, and as the shirt popped over her chest, the twin mounds of her breasts bounced out of confinement, the big brown nipples looking like chocolate candies on mounds of jello as the swollen globes swayed back and forth. The idea of taking two guys at once is a little intimidating.”
“All right,” I said, smiling in anticipation. I was engaged to marry the father of my baby,” she said, caressing her belly unconsciously, “but the farther along I got, the more he seemed to freak out. I don’t deliver babies any more normally, but I’ve done it before, and I remember how. “I’m huge. I shot another gout of oil onto her mound, making her jump and squeal with surprise, then began working the slippery stuff into her slick crevices with
