I said I had heard that some men have a phobia about being intimate with the pregnant wives, especially in the latter stages of the pregnancies. God, ...arold is one of them. Sometimes I almost want to scream to him to just hold me. I began to kiss her knees, then began to slowly move up her legs. Dont, dont, I have never been kissed on my thighs. I noticed though that she did little to stop me as I moved her smock higher on her waist. As I flicked my tongue on her inner thighs, she began to. " Thanks." Look..." he said. I looked. "I know in high school I was a dick to you." I nodded. He held out his hands. "I'm sorry. I just want to say that." Okay," I said. My defenses were hard as steel. "Thank you." It was hard to reconcile the contrite man in front of me with the sneering bully I remembered, but there was something in his eyes that stuck - a fierce, kinky gleam I'd forgotten about."I'll see ya around," he said, and walked back to his friends.I ordered another drink. I caught my. ”“I had excellent cause to do so.” Daisy countered.“Yeah, sure, you did. I ain’t arguing that.” I conceded, hands moving all over the place in my flustered state. “But Molly and I are fine now. I don’t need your blessing or nothing, this is about Molly, not you.”Daisy stared at me for a bit. “I suppose.” she replied, her eyes narrowing. “How is she doing?”“Doesn’t she tell you?” I asked.“She tells me everything is fine. I know much more is going on below the surface.”“Well, if she doesn’t want. I stewed as we moved through the line, feeling so swollen. I looked down at my flat stomach, my pink blouse tucked into my white skirt. It fell down to my knees, my legs covered by pink tights. I rubbed my belly. I felt like it should be sticking out. I felt so fat and ugly right now. I just wanted it to be over.I wanted to be pregnant fat. That cute and sexy way. Lee was looking so sexy as her belly grew rounder and rounder with my big brother’s baby. I just wanted it so badly. It wasn’t fair..