Bailey took advantage of the momentary pause in the evening's events to retrieve from the kitchen a pitcher of ice water and a tray of glasses for the three of them. The rigorous orgasms brought on by the pistal pods would leave them dehydrated as a glass of cool water would be very welcome.<br/><br/>Standing beside Bailey wiggled out of the last of her clothes and stepping out of her panties. Rejoining her friends on the bed again, paid special attention to Sherrie while sharing an impish grin with Fi. Bailey's hands roamed over Sherrie's thighs and wander along the length of her legs. The musky scent of three aroused young women hung in the air, the silence broken only by the smack of lips upon lips and earnest sighs of pleasure.<br/><br/>"Sweetie, Fi? If you get Sherrie's pod from the nightstand, we'll make her a mother..." Suggested Bailey with a wink to Fi. Bailey turned her gaze upon Sherrie, her eyes turned serious, her movements deliberate as she reached to tug off Sherrie's panties.