..My friend liked to wear stylish underwear and stockings. She also enjoyed telling me what she was wearing when we were in public, and the effect tha... doing so was sure to have. On one occassion we were at a bar with some friends. It was dark and noisy, but not a club and there weren't really any spots where you could really feel safe to get away with naughtiness. I knew that my friend was wearing a pair of fine lace panties - she told me when we were at the bar and later passed them to me. Claire's backyard ended at the trees and there was a little dirt track that led through to a small clearing a little ways in. I grabbed a picnic blanket, a regular blanket, a book and a bottle of juice and headed out, my cell phone turned to vibrate just incase.The woods were comforting and smelled of clean air with the slightly musty odor of decomposing leaves rising up from under my feet.The clearing was just as I remembered it, though in shades of brown and gray rather than the green I was. The garden was secluded on the left hand side, thanks to the trees, but to the right, it was overlooked by the house next door. The dirty old man who lived there would be in, of course, and she had noticed him ogling her from the upstairs window more than once before. He was old enough to be her grandfather. She thought it was disgusting, the way he drooled over her whenever they met on the street, his eyes never above the level of her chest. But he was harmless enough, and if gazing at her. ”“Mh…You know very well the emotional needs of a pregnant woman, don’t you?”“Mh…I guess,” Qamar said as he ran his left fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead.“How many sons do you want, Qamar?”“Mh…maybe four, for now?” Qamar said in a puzzled voice.She smiled, as she pushed out four babies, one after another, through her womb, and her belly got smaller and smaller, with each push, until it was back to normal.Her tits had become even larger due to her “recent pregnancy”. Qamar tried.