Just the call of nature. A bit more pronounced in my state,” Jennifer replied, feeling a little coy in front of the landholder whose property she ha... just peed on.“It’s a hot day. Sure you don’t want a drink? You must be feeling it. You must be, what, nearly full term?” he said looking at her large belly inquisitively.“Yes. Am just on eight months pregnant,” said Jennifer touching her mound. “I have plenty of water in the car thanks.”“Sure you wouldn’t like to just have a cup of iced tea with. About the ending, I'm not a writer, so I can't give you one, only some ideas.She stayed with the guy from Thursday to Sunday; like the husband asked, was it the first time? I don't believe so. Now I have to confess that I'm not a saint and when I had girlfriends if I did something like that, I would be running to my house on the first night, before the morning came (perhaps it's my catholic upbringing, I don't know) or my feelings of guilt would destroy me. If I stayed it meant that I didn't. "MMMMmmmm," her sleepy voice moaned in my ear.Guys will understand. Hell, let’s be honest the gals will too. Those that wake up in the morning, wishing they had been fucked awake. By the person that they had met the night before. Instead of him/her sneaking out while you're still sleeping. So gently I started to use her body, as a sort of wanking machine. Slowly at first but gradually faster. As she, in auto mode, started to fuck me back.As my morning woody started to get close to cumming. I. "Katherine laughed as she intimately caressed Susan's shapely derriere. "That's a good one! If I didn't know better, I'd seriously think there's something wrong with you. Are you feeling okay? Is your stomach queasy from swallowing too much of Brother's sperm last night? Again?! Geez, Mom! Are you or are you not your son's sexual plaything?!"Susan turned back towards Alan. She found herself hefting her breasts up and practically molesting her own chest, and she didn't know why. She looked at.