Vishi did not want to alarm the Prince, yet felt an urgency that could not be denied. Having been assisted with her wedding attire, specially designed...to accommodate her bulging abdomen, she approached her husband-to-be."I suggest we do not tarry, My Prince. Our son is impatient to be born," she said as she painfully put on the wrap since the Grok winter had not yet receded."Is it time?" he asked, alarmed."Let us just hope the ceremony is a short one." I will see to it immediately."The prince. She stands up and steps over my leg in order to straddle me.“Yes, daddy,” she complies, gripping my shaft, slowly sinking down on it until she slides all of me inside her and her big, meaty butt is resting on my lap.She wraps her arms around my neck and slowly grinds her ass over me. She leans in towards me and plants her lips on mine, slowly kissing me, working her tongue into my mouth. My hands run up her body, from her hips, up her sides, and onto her breasts. I break away from her lips and. I hand you the keys. You openthe passenger door for me. The traffic is light and soon we are in quietside streets. Your hand caresses the suspenders under my light weightpants. You smiled and told me that you could see them when I was sittingat the table.We arrive at your house. I sit stunned wondering what I was doing. Youopen the car door for me. I was slow getting out and you joked aboutcarrying your sissy bride over the threshold. You ushered me into thelounge room carrying my bag. I take. And you, whatever you and Nick are up to, I don’t need to know. Just don’t let the big, metal softy hurt himself, all right?”“Thanks, Irma. I don’t think you have to worry your pretty little head too much about it.”Nick led us downstairs. The room in the basement was smaller than the upstairs theater, with a fading black and white checkerboard tile floor. Two more of the capsules were down here, with easily twice as many computer stations as were upstairs. An older woman with dark hair and.