With every week, your take will swell like your belly." Since she was standing beside me looking at my screen, I reached across and rubbed her main as...et, which was bare, as usual. "Hey! I think your belly button's making its debut!"She giggled and covered my hand with her small one. "It's early, but, like you said, it's going to be a beeeg baby." She moved her palm to caress the steep pink slope down to her plummy pussy. "Pushing that cutie out's going to be an awful job."I stroked her navel. Faulkner lives in Oxford, Mississippi." She looked up at me. "Oxford is that close to Memphis?" Yes'm. Mah home town. Memphis, Tenn-e-ssee."She grinned at me. "So didja know Elvis Presley."I laughed.The handful of kids from the drama club arrived just after ten o'clock. They raved about the short off-Broadway play they had seen. Martha had taken me to see the same play a few weeks earlier, so I did find that I could contribute to the conversation. But I found myself treading on thin ice; like. She then stepped back and slowly opened the buttons of her blouse. Once her blouse was hanging loosely over her shoulders, she slipped it off and it joined Dave’s shirt on the chair.Heather smiled broadly when she saw Dave lick his lips while staring at her chest with its thin flesh colored bra covering her tits. With little hesitation, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her bra quickly joined the growing pile of clothes on the chair.Heather had always thought her tits were too. But he dismissed the idea. Suppose he had a car accident? Suppose something should happen, however unlikely, that should prevent him from returning to his home in time for the return of the goddess at 3 p.m. the next day? Yes, he was free to leave, but did he actually need to leave? Of course not. And so Thompson decided that he would remain in his house, so that there was not the slightest chance that he would not be present when the goddess returned. He decided to follow the example of the.