He wore black jeans and a long, loose-fitting silk shirt that ran to his thighs. He was devilishly handsome, and if it weren’t for his intensity, he...could have had any young girl he wanted. Now all Preston had to do was make this brash young street poet a poet of the academy.They shook hands. Claude’s grip was firm and dry. Instead of looking him in the eye, Preston focused on the bridge of Claude’s nose. Eye contact had always been too awkward for him.“There’s a diner downstairs,” said Claude,. After several minutes of grunting she managed to stand and walked over to her wardrobe. She had yet to buy any real maternity clothes, only treating herself to new bras as her now engorged E cup breasts constantly threatened to burst out of her clothing in public. She picked out a white cotton tank top, something comfortable and pulled it down as far as it would go, which wasn’t very far at all. The fabric stretched thin over her bloated boobs, clearly showing the markings of her bra. At the same time Natasha's fingers on her clit triggered another earth shattering climax that took her out of this world into a realm of indescribable pleasure.Candice turned over and looked at her clock radio by the bed. It read 6:45am. She shrieked, "Damn-it! I am going to be late for work again. I must have forgotten to set the alarm."Candice jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom to take a quick shower. However when she passed the big mirror that covered the wall above the sink she. He was tall enough to reach her pussy if she got on all fours.So she got on her hands and knees and called to the dog. King jumped to his feet, smelled her pussy, and started licking at it with his big, thick tongue. Cindy liked that, but she wanted more than a pussy-licking now."Up, King!" she cried hornily. "Jump up! Get on me! Up, boy, up!"King didn't need much coaxing. Instinct took over when he tasted her juicy pussy. Just as if she were a bitch in heat, he mounted her. His front paws.