I mean since we all have known each other there wasn't a conversation that wasn't laced with sexual overtures but I seemed to have hit a nerve but fig...red it was hormones or something, I know moods can change during pregnancy.I asked if she was OK and I apologized if I crossed a line. She said it's fine then simply said that her and Brad hadn't been "close" lately. She still looked more away than at me as we continued to talk.We finished our drinks and I went back to work on the air. Finally. Drink as much as you want. Ittastes sweet, I know. Go ahead. From now on I want you to nurseon me a few times every day, the way I do you. The baby'll stillhave plenty when she wakes up." viii."If that woman wants you to wear her collar all the time, allright, but this is what I want you to wear all the time!" ix.She didn't seem at all disappointed, at first. In fact, she justclimbed onto me and straddled me, her knees at my. My first load of our last session poured straight into her stomach. I hung on for dear life until my last spasm, then gently slid her off my cock. Once she had her hands on the floor, she easily raised herself back onto two feet and kissed me with a cum filled mouth.I like how I taste (lots of pineapple, you know), so I accepted that gesture without a word. She led me over to her bed, but gestured I that sit down next to her on the edge. We both shared a giggle when she had a small, dainty burp. I could easily imagine the taunts and jokes thrown my way by my so-called "friends" when they discovered the debauchery of our nocturnal experiments and the way they would throw the word "Aunt" in my face like an insult of the worst sort.Aunt Maggie gave me permission to move my things into her flat that same morning after our initial blast-off and she blushed most becomingly when I kissed her on her lips before leaving for work. At that time, I had no idea of the depths of her sexual hunger.