The waiter brought the bottle of wine i ordered.we talked and exchanged ideas and after the preliminaries we got to talking about life in general.for ...ome reason i/we started talking about sex.michelle was lets say a bit on the lookout for a casual relationship.i was free and at this point very easy.it must have been the wine but i suggested we should get a room,always assuming she was up for it which she was.so after the formalities of signing in etc.we headed for the elevator.there were a few. First, we felt ashamed but after few minutes started smiling. We both got down from the bus stand. I asked her where she wants to go. She was going in other place but she was looking to me. Because she took Bus she was late and from Dhaba only, she has informed her husband to go for work and not to wait for her. We both were standing to say goodbye to each other. I, with courage asked whether I can accompanied her as since it was 8am, I was also cannot go office for that day. Without awaiting. "I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world," he said. "That's back when all I could do was watch you prance and pose and tease the crowd. And then I got to see you the way I always dreamed of seeing you." He swallowed. "Like you are now. And I was right. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. And being pregnant is only going to make you more beautiful." Awwww," she said, looking down at her flat abs and stroking them again. "You really think so?" Her pouting vanished like. Damn frogs!“Well, that explains it!” Her concerned face got replaced by a beaming smile as if she’d solved all the problems of the universe.A light blanket had been put over me while I slept, so I had to push it off before I could sit up. I’d slept in my clothes and I rubbed a sore spot on my tummy where I’d lain right on the button of my jeans.“I phoned your mother and suggested she come to pick you up but she said if we didn’t mind that we should let you sleep. I’m also to tell you that your.