We ate until we were stuffed, then she brought us bowls of blackberry cobbler and a pitcher of cream to pour over it."Mrs. Jenkins," I said when she c...me over and asked us if we wanted more, "It's a good thing we're just passing through. If I ate here every day, I'd weigh five hundred pounds by the end of summer."The lady laughed and patted Sam on the shoulder. "This one could stand to gain a few pounds," she said."Why do women always think they have to be skinny?" I asked her. "My wife is a. You were untouchable.And now? I ask.And now your have none of that. You just have what the universe has gifted you with in the first place. His kisses change from a soft pecks to more serious lavishing attention to my neck.At least they don't hate me and fear me, these people just think I am quirky. I squeak out as his mouth moves up to my earlobe.What of the unseen? he whispers low in my ear.We'll find them. They can't stay hidden with all this activity going on. I turn over to try and take. "I'm not sure about that, I think we should wait until he has our bellies swelling first. We might need some relief after that happens though," Shaeta said.Man, that hit me right where I lived. Maybe it is typical of a male, but I hadn't even been thinking about the natural consequences of the fucking we'd been doing. They were probably both right, men just couldn't be trusted to think ahead, at least I now knew that I couldn't be.We got out of our furs and dressed then, heading outside to see. Chris smiled again, pushed her chair out from the table and stood up. She walked to the side of the table where my view was not obscured by the table and slowly unbuttoned her shorts. Working her thumbs into the waistband she gradually worked the denim shorts over her hips before letting them slowly slide down her smooth legs to the floor.Chris was not wearing any panties under the shorts leaving her standing in front of me naked aside from a pair of mule shoes with a small heels. I peered.