"*****Five months later:"Honey, run down to the grocery store and pick up a gallon of butterscotch ice cream and a jar of pickles. Please?"Steve had l...arned over the last few months not to question his now six-month pregnant wife, Ann. So he drove down to the store.While Steve was away, Ann waddled herself over to her computer. One of the few things she was able to do now."If Steve only what it felt like to be pregnant," she thought to herself as she sat down. When her screen came on, it opened. Infact she was beginning to like it a lot more than she realised. Soinstead of having questioned Christopher's sexuality, she was actuallybeginning to question her own. Should she be thinking things like this?What if Christopher got to know?How would he take it? That is of course that Christopher really cared.Perhaps these things should be discussed with Christina. Linda was now ina real muddle as far as her emotions were concerned and felt somethingwould have to be done before much longer to. And she was gorgeous."So how do we start?" Well, I've got some costumes if that's your thing," Sandra said, having memorized the spiel by then, "and some old clothes if you want to take them off of me ... actively." Active sounds fun."Devin smiled and went over to sit in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. From now on his job was to silently watch as his wife was used by another man; he couldn't ask for anything better.Sandra nodded and disappeared into a walk-in closet for a minute. She felt. I lifted the panties up slightly and looked at her full bush for the first time. Continuing the material was pushed to one side until my finger found her folds. I was right at the top end, feeling moisture as I cautiously moved downwards along the edge of the nearest labia. I had either been told of read somewhere that the clitoris was unbelievably sensitive so I thought it best to avoid in case it awoke the target of my affections. Exploring down, moisture levels were rising to a.