From Bailey's point of view between Sherrie's writhing legs, the vision before her was one she'd not forget for a long while. She cooed encouragingly though, murmuring sweetly to her beloved friend. She was unsure if her touch was welcome at that point, for Sherrie seemed nearly overcome and hypersensitive. And so Bailey's hands hovered over Sherrie's thighs and legs, her fingertips only lightly brushing upon the skin with Sherrie's thrashing. Fi and Bailey exchanged a silent look, one that spoke volumes to their wonderment. None of the three teenagers had fathomed it would be like this, and two of them had yet to experience first hand. That would change this evening.<br/><br/>Sherrie begun to come down from the drug educed orgasm, shivering lightly, her breath slowly returning to her to resemble something normal. Bailey retrieved a glass from the nightstand and filled it with iced water. It was no lie the ritual left the mother-to-be drawn and dehydrated. She would need several moments to recover. So Bailey planted soft kisses along Sherrie's arm and shoulder as she sat up to drink the water.<br/><br/>With a little catch in her voice Bailey spoke up, "This is just so, so wonderful. You're going to be a mother Sherrie, we all will." She parted the damp hair from Sherrie's face, a hint of concern on her face as she asked Sherrie if she was alright.<br/><br/>When Fi and Sherrie both turned their gaze upon Bailey, the teenager's eyes grew wider. What went unspoken but conveyed in the impish look from her two friends was, she was next. Her hand came down between her legs as if to cup her pussy protectively. Instinctively though her fingers swirled in the pool of wetness, dripping forth upon the bedspread. There was no turning back, even if doubt and trepadation still welled up inside her gut. Her little round breasts heaved up, topped by aroused nipples that further spoke to Bailey's state of excitement. Who between them, Fi or Sherrie, would actually insert the pistal pod into Bailey had not been discussed. They had not decided upon those details, presuming the natural course of events would dictate the order.<br/><br/>Both the anticipation and apprehension came out quietly, "Oh god. Oh god."