She slowly reversed her actions from beginning of this story. She get down for her panties and stockings, pulled them up. Firstly front side then back... and than done something that was like a cherry on top of the cake for me. With her left hand she keep holding her skirt and with right hand she get over her cunt. She pressed her panties again her pussy. Like a twice, with her middle finger pointing exactly between her labia. There was no wiping of her pussy after peeing. Can you imagine how. After a couple of minutes of going down on her and teasing her, we both wanted it. I got up, kissed her some more, and slowly slid my thick 8” cock all the way into her, up to my balls, in one long slow motion. My eyes rolled back and I could have cum right then but held off.Her pussy was so tightly wrapped around my cock. We started fucking slowly with my hands rubbing all over her belly and tits. I couldn’t believe it, here I was fucking a hot pregnant woman again; I was in heaven! I started. .. as well as could be expected, Sire. The remaining staff still there are a bit shaken up by the Rapture, or rather by being left behind, so that helps our cause to be sure. I’ve taken the liberty of hiring a lot more servants for Your Imperial Majesty, of course. Will your coronation be done in the Sistine Chapel or somewhere else? St. Peter’s? St. John the Lateran? The Christian iconography has been largely removed from each of those buildings with amazing speed,” the helpful Jacopo assured. Wracking, heaving, gut busting, shirt soaking sobs. When I’d settled down she asked the obvious question. “So he left?” “I don’t know,” I whined. “He roared off on that damn bike about an hour ago. He’s over at Jack and Scott’s place.” “Wait, he caught you last night, but left at… ah, 3? What am I missing?” “Well,” I blushed, feeling shy about it all. Mary and I shared almost everything. Almost. “He was busy with… things.” “Things?” Mary made a fist pumping motion and I nodded. “Do tell.” I.