Sarah
Sarah takes a cruise
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The sun beams hot over the Pacific Ocean as the gargantuan cruise ship plows through the water. Cries of laughter ring out across the pool deck. A refreshing breeze flits across the stern, rustling the towels and hats of lounging vacationers.
Sarah plops down on the deck chair beside .
Wheeew, I could use a nap,the youthful mother-to-be announces with a big yawn, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back, seemingly unbothered by just how close her chest is to bursting free of her overtaxed bikini. She smooths her towel and lies back, giving her heavily pregnant belly a firm pat.
What about you, buddy? Did you have fun playing with everyone in the pool?She asks her unborn companion. In response, a swift kick to the zenith of Sarah's belly further stretches the already taut skin.
Oooh!She coos, rubbing the offended spot.
Okay, fine, I'll put on sunscreen. Don't want you to bake too fast.Sarah giggles, clearly very amused by her joke. She grabs the sunscreen off the side table, gripping the bottle tightly with both hands and vigorously shaking it.
Ugh! I hate this stuff soo much.Sarah groans as she carefully opens the cap. SPLAT
EWWWWWW!A sharp squeal pierces the air, louder and higher than the most obnoxious child could even dream.
Getitoff! Getitoff!Sarah frantically paws at the immense glob of thick white cream covering her equally immense bump, but it only serves to spread the lotion onto her milky breasts and ample thighs and worsen her sensory meltdown and push her further towards a tantrum. She begins to writhe and whimper on the lounge chair before looking to with begging eyes.
Please rub it in for me. Please, please, please, please, please!