“Has Marcus found somebody else?” “You bet,” Chris sobbed, “his name is Robin.” “A guy?” I was open-mouthed. “Looks like it, Nick, s...ems to prefer arse to pussy. Mind you, Chris, Nick does think you have a gorgeous arse.” It sounded to me as if Julia was coming on to Chris, but she was too upset to notice. Julia became very supportive of Chris and her son Daniel, helping her though the divorce paperwork, taking her for spa weekends and generally making her feel good about herself. She even. You look beautiful, I murmured, offering her more and more of that assurance lately as she continued to progress through her pregnancy. I pressed my lips to her left ear and proclaimed, You look more beautiful now than you ever have before. Pamela giggled and seemed to sag against me as I concluded, I love you so much. I love you too, Jeremy, she squealed. But I certainly do not feel beautiful at the moment. Soon, Im going to be as big as a rain barrel! Oh, but you DO look beautiful, I. My Ceras understood this fantasy perfectly, seemed to know exactly why this idea held such power for me, and she knew how to use it. Sex was intense, powerful and explosive for us now. My beautiful Ceras seemed to have a key to my psyche that nobody else understood, and she was using it to full effect. I thrust upward into my wife over and over again as she described how Brad would take her. She kept teasing and taunting me, and I finally came uncontrollably inside of her. She moaned with. I looked back towards the front of the plane to get a better look at the sexy stewardess. I noticed her looking back my direction, our eyes met, she blushed then smiled and looked away. Hmm, I thought. If only I can get to this chick. I felt my cock start to grow as I admired her beauty and politeness. Every once and awhile she'd look back at me and smile. Finally it was time for take off. The beautiful stewardess started walking back towards the back of the plane when another passenger stood.