Now they are harder to ignore as my hope is slowly being revived. Another dream beckons....I look up and greet him as he walks through the door from w...rk. He looks well-worn and hungry. “Dinner is almost ready,” I smile as he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. Strength radiates from him and I automatically relax into his arms, feeling him do the same. “Great, I’m starving! How was your day?” He asks, bringing my hand to his lips then sitting in a chair at the table.“Mine was great. We got. At least he was not angry or in obvious pain. I avoided eye contact, fully aware that my light complexion must be very bright at this point. Inevitably, my thoughts progressed where they should not. The gentleman was ten or fifteen years my senior, but maintained a charming and confident appearance. His mostly grey hair brought to mind the phrase, silver fox. I needed to reign in my hormones. After that things got even worse. The elevator stopped abruptly. I nearly lost my balance. An arm. Rolling my tongue along the sides of her pussy lips, she began to moan. Her hot box had a sweet taste and vanilla like smell. Her clit poked its way from her hood and begged for me to lick it. I ran the tip of my tongue across it and back down to her taint. Then I stuck my tongue out and placed it directly inside her. With my hands on her hips, I pulled her down on top of my face. I felt her take control as she rode my face for several minutes. Grabbing her leg, I massaged her. Mrs. Wallace is familiar with it having been the mother to three c***dren. Mr. Wallace, however, is not so familiar with pregnancy, nor one quite like this. In an instant, both their bellies swell to sizes reflecting the c***dren they will soon bear. They both start screaming, not so much in pain as in surprise, as they both witness each other’s growth around their midsection. Oddly enough, both their eyes are on Mr. Wallace, who has never swelled to the size he is now. His slightly hairy belly.