Usually not uncomfortable, but with the baby getting bigger these days, it causes him to wiggle at the sudden impact. Opening my eyes, I push her off ...he bed, then reach over to my nightstand to check the time on my phone. Through my sleep fog, I see the clock reads 8:30 am. Half an hour before my alarm, but I know there's no getting back to sleep at this point. I hoist myself out of bed to pee and return to bed to snuggle next to you. You pull my arm further down your stomach and squeeze tight. Wanting the best for them. No competitions, no games. Well, sex aside.” He laughed. “I don’t know. I’ve never needed to think about it before.” His eyes met mine. “Is that bad? Would that be a deal breaker?”“What? Not getting flowers? Uh, yes!” I laughed and he took the opportunity to move on top of me, his knee pushing my legs apart.“You’d rather have flowers than this?” he asked. His hand moved against my snatch and I closed my eyes, pushing back against his fingers.“Flowers versus third. “But… but…” Mr Jones turned back to the audience of old men, theirs heads slowly nodding approval. “Just the one to start with?”His hands already unfastening the buttons. “Let’s have this left tit out shall we my dear.” His condescending tone making her feel powerless. A tear rolled down her face as his hands exposed the sheer bra. His right hand scooping her fleshy tit free of the cup. He moved behind her and reached around his fingers kneading her soft skin. His voice soothing in her ear.. It was good to speak to someone on a sexual level, if you can call emails speaking! We talked naughty, sometimes a little dirty, always frank. I think we connected. She liked the kind of stories I wrote involving her and I actually liked the ones she wrote too. They were raunchy and wild and they took me back to time of sexual abandon.Would we ever meet up? probably not! There was a small thing called the Atlantic Ocean in between us and a good few miles of land after that. That’s nothing, I.