Delithia looked around the bar as they appeared and frowned as her lust addled mind tried and failed to understand what had happened.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Her... I like her."</span>She pointed to a heavily pregnant woman on her knees being milked into glasses.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I like that."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"It's been so long since we were together Jen, I don't know what I want sexually. My life has been about tending to the needs of my family." </span>She shook her head and leaned back to look into Jen's eyes.<span style="color: #ff8000">"I think you'd have to turn around and sit on my face. And I don't think you have it in you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>