“Wow Corry do you know just how extraordinary you really look to a man?” I asked. She teased me and Greta knew she was too. “Does it make you wa...t to take my body to bed, Joseph?” “Uhhhhhh no…I do not know you well enough,” I said. “Awwww come on Joseph…we can play around. I can make your penis get hard. I will allow you to put your penis into my vagina. We can make loving and passionate sex together,” she told me. I “dropped” my camera. I was shocked. I looked at Greta. She was onto Corry’s. Even at seven months pregnant, the woman was beautiful; her long red hair framing her small face, her pale skin glowing with the radiance that only pregnant women seem to possess, and her blue eyes always twinkling with some sort of mischief."What is that?" I ask. I can tell from her look that she isn't angry with me, something I try to avoid at all costs, since our one and only fight. I have heard that redheads are feisty, and I can attest to the truth of that, but somehow pregnancy has. Thats quite a feet, especially on your first time. She then reaches to my pants and begins to take of my pants. She hasnt changed a bit. But shes just like any woman, looking for a certain man. A man that can satisfy and dominate her and by himself. And in a way shell never get tired of. Then shell be his willing sex slave, but that man has yet to appear and want it. Until now. Im left speech less as she strokes my cock. But if you want that, you need more than sheer sexual prowess. You must. She didn’t even see the face of that man, she didn’t know who he was. That alone was surprising, because her sexual fantasies usually revolved around very detailed characters she made up. This was different. Something else made her aroused. As a psychologist, she fought the urge to try to diagnose herself and instead she let all her thoughts go. Several minutes later, Andrea fell asleep.The rest of the week was relatively uneventful. Andrea gained a new client – a man who’s filing for divorce.