Lets go do it. People began looking at her as we walked from the car to the entrance to the shopping mall. Neeta is 5 7 tall without the heels. Now sh... was a vision of long bare legs and bouncing tits. We strolled around the mall and I watched men and women look at her. Anyone who saw her knew that she was not wearing a bra. Her large tits swayed and jiggled with each step and her large nipples were stiff from the silk rubbing against them as much as the fact that she was really turned on.. How can he?" I asked her. "He calls it my poy belly. It really hurts my feelings." "I can imagine. It's pretty thoughtless." "He..." she started speak and lapsed into a brief silence. "We haven't...you know...had...uhm, sex for some time. Not since I really began to show." I sat there in silent shock at what this beautiful woman was telling me and could not comprehend the reasons behind such an act. Then I saw a tear seeping from her eye and tracing a slow path down her cheek. My immediate. I placed a hose from the exhaust pipe of the car to the window and took a whole bottle of sleeping pills. I was sitting in a public park. A jogger noticed me and called the police. (For the record, it now appears that unleaded gas doesn’t work as deadly as the other used to — thankfully.) I did a week in a hospital. They were so kind. I was given my meds, got to watch all the television I wanted and all the sleep I wanted. Plus three meals a day. I did see one doctor for three minutes who told. They cleansed my brow of sweat and the dust of the street, to say nothing of the aromatic disguise of pungent herbs that Bati's daughters had given me. Three pairs of hands massaged my limbs and soothed my senses. I was by no means free of the witchery of the wine either. So, as Tanit's soft face and warm smile caught my eye, I reached for her and pulled her close.She did not resist, rather I felt her hands clasp my hips beneath the water. Her lips parted mine and our breasts met like a harvest.