A little about me, first. I'm five-foot-six, about one hundred and thirty pounds when I am not pregnant and size 34D. The story started with a call fr...m one of my guy friends saying there was a bonfire up in the woods.“I'm pregnant, I don’t know how I feel about going up there,” I said.“You will have fun,” he replied, so I said ok.“I will pick you up at eight so we can go there together,” he added.“No, I will take my truck so I can leave when I want,” I countered.I got dressed in my yoga pants,. He found out I wasn't bluffing.Unless he was on the ice, where he morphed into a beast I hardly recognized, he was very laid back and easy-going. Nothing seemed to faze him; he took everything in stride. He also had a wonderfully mature sense of humor (mature in the sense of dry, witty, and complex, as opposed to raunchy). He figured out the art of making me laugh at a young age.There were times when he was growing up where it felt like, between Josh and his father, there was so much. Pressed tightly against the bed, she arched her torso to allow him to cup her breasts in his hands. Then, securely impaled, she began clenching her buttocks, rhythmically. The slight contraction of her muscles was enough to work his prick to and fro in her cunt and also to press her passion-stiffened clit against the sheet beneath.Max seized her fiery-hued nipples in his fingers, kneading them forcefully and bringing a cry of sensual agony to her lips. He knew her likes well enough to know that. " she sniffed and wrinkled her nose, "... except a shower. It's Sunday, you know, and even God rested on Sunday!" Hmmm!" I mused, "If you're thinking of the same kind of 'rest' I'm thinking about, we'd better at least fortify ourselves with breakfast!" Ah!" she said, raising an index finger into the air above my chest, "I know just the place! Come on, lazybones, let's get cleaned up!"With that she practically vaulted out of bed, hauling my grumbling, groaning body out by the hand. She made up.