Fi was utterly beautiful, in her post-sex disarray.  The taste of her still on Sherrie’s tongue was amazing, and combined with the tingling of the swistar it was enough that she was sure that there was going to be a hell of a mess inside that outfit of hers.  Bailey stepped away for a minute, while Fiona recovered, so she stood and started undoing her belts.  It wasn’t as sexy as disrobing for the both of them, but truth be told, Sherrie was more interested in what would come afterwards anyways.<br/><br/>The belts loosened easily enough, but peeling out of the form fitting suit required more than a little bit of wiggling, treating Fiona to interesting vistas while Sherrie managed the task.  She hadn’t worn a bra, of course, since the outfit had more than enough support on its own, so while she was bent over wriggling her hips a little to get out of the lower part of her suit, she could already feel her breasts swaying slightly in her girlfriend’s view.  The achingly hard little nipples were mute testament to just how turned on the blonde was.<br/><br/>Finally it was off, and she stood there in that super tiny little g-string, barely enough to be called a cache with the tiny little triangle that tried to cover her freshly shaved self.  The white near mesh was already thin and devoid of any form of lining, so her exceptional wetness had it all but see through already and clinging to every tiny little bump of her slightly swollen and extremely excited sex.<br/><br/>She happily crawled back up onto the bed to snuggle for a little bit with Fiona while Bailey returned, and then was treated to one of her favourite things in the world.  Being the meat in a girlfriend sandwich.  Touched on both sides by the pair of them, Sherrie was already tingling and aquiver with excitement, feeling two pairs of hands touching and stroking her skin.<br/><br/>She had already begun to wonder who was going to be the first of them to actually get pregnant tonight when she was offered the surprise of being volunteered.  She gasped in a little shock and more than a little embarrassment at the suddenness with which Bailey dove for the opportunity to “knock up” her lover.  As she watched Fiona curl away and reach for that slender purple device, she felt the tiny strings of her last remaining garment being pulled off easily.<br/><br/>All of a sudden she was all aflutter in the tummy, nervous and even a little scared.  Motherhood.  It was about to happen, very much the way they planned it, and Sherrie was going to be the first of them.  Her hips came back to the bed after having lifted to let Bailey peel her out of her panty, and Sherrie laid back between her lovers, nibbling her lip gently, looking upwards at the two of them.<br/><br/>“I love you both very much… but… be gentle.  It’s my first time with one of those.”  It was a stupid thing to say.  Of course it was her first time, as it was for all of them.  She’d head stories all over the place, of course, and read the official documents as she was supposed to, and the disclaimers and the legal papers.  She knew what was going to happen in perhaps as much detail as any woman of Viginti knew.  Still, she was a little nervous.  Here she was on her girlfriend’s bed, about to let herself become a mother.  Her own little daughter.  Who wouldn’t be nervous their first time?