I guess I should start by telling you that today I'm a very pregnanthousewife and that I love it! The baking and cooking and housework and,of course a...rich, beautiful, gentle husband .I am so proud!But it wasn't always like this, heck I used to be a man! A rich,selfish, arrogant man! This is my story: a story of change, growth, anda huge (no pun intended!) development of life.It all started about a year ago. I was involved in the hostile attemptof a computer company. The fighting was awful, and. It was shorter and narrower than she had thought. Noticing that even in its rigidity, it had a soft texture was an exciting discovery. She gripped it to measure it in relationship to her long fingers. She noticed the skin would move when her hand moved. He moaned. She let go, and he was quiet. She touched the helmet and underneath the helmet, but there was silence. She gripped him again just under the helmet and his moan returned. When she began to move her hand up along the ridge and down, he. “How much is that?” he asked.“Eight hundred and seventy-five pounds, more or less,” Mac told him.“Nobody can lift that,” one of the team members said.“Pardon me, big boy, do you mind if I start my workout now?” Mare asked in her quiet voice, as she moved over where he had been standing behind the weights. She stood there for a few seconds, as she flexed her shoulders and arms before squatting down and wrapping her hands around the bar. Without so much as a grunt, she stood up with the weights. She said that I must have at least 2 girl friends.I denied it, and then she asked me what kind of girls that I would like. I was really surprised by her open question and remind silent then she came near me and said that I know what kind of girl’s you will like.I asked her to tell, and then she frankly said that you will like aunties with big boobs like me, that am why you are staring at me. I was very much embraced by her frankness and stood there speechless then.She took my hands and placed.