This Wednesday night seemed worse than ever, with her need to pee every half hour adding to the impossibility of sleep. Finally at 2 a.m. Miranda gave up, lumbering out of bed feeling like a bloated whale, stopping for a glass of water in the kitchen before heading, yet again, for the bathroom. As she finished peeing she noticed that her p***y lips were engorged and, curious, she touched them gently with her fingers, feeling a sudden rush of lust pulse through her p***y.
Miranda was surprised: although she and Salem had enjoyed lots of inventive and passionate f*****g during the first seven months of her pregnancy, the last six weeks had been a s****l desert, with her size and exhaustion leaving her feeling anything but horny. She had kept Salem happy with the occasional hand or blow job,
