Each one of us complaining that we had eaten to much and now didn't feel like doing anything. The jeans I had on seemed to grow tighter by the second,...I unbuttoned them in hopes that it would help.Jake saw my tender overstuffed belly peaking from under my shirt. He reached over, I think in attempt to rub my belly for me, and was shocked to see my mound top there to greet his stares. I glanced up and flashed him a naughty grin. His eyes sparkled as his fingers softly brushed my stubbled mound. I. She smiled wondering for a moment if this was making him hard. God she missed his cock. They’d only made love a handful of times, but he was an amazing lover; very gentle and very kind. Chloe rolled her eyes, trying to push the thought of his massive cock to the back of her mind. Her phone lit up once again. Send me a pic. I want to see your panties. Chloe froze for a moment, reading the text a second time. Was he being serious ? She tapped the phone idly on her knee before placing it. He is looking past me and removed his hands from his growing area. Letting the tent in his hospital robe spring up and hit his stomach with a thud. I turn to look at what has his attention. Just to see his smiling face in the glass of a framed picture no further the two feet behind me. Then it hits me as I look back at the image on my screen. He can clearly see the pictures I'm viewing. Not only that but also that it is my hubby sending me those pictures. As it clearly shows hubby in bold. I was sitting in this coffee shop, on an early Monday morning, having my breakfast, and reading the newspaper, when something about Ken's accent caught my attention. He was in the booth right next to mine, sitting with his back within a foot of my back. He was speaking perfectly flawless English, but his accent was so thick, that it was hard to understand him at first. He was telling the man he was with something about some oil wells down in a place called Luling, Texas. Being just naturally.