One thing that bothered me some was that Jen said she couldn't understand why men would hit on pregnant married women. At least she was honest with me...and let me know it happens.As she got bigger I would use massage oil on her belly and rub it for her. The place where she exercised gave her a cream that would help avoid or at least lessen stretch Marks. Jen was still worried about her body. She also wasn't keen on buying a lot of maternity clothes but she did look good in them. After the. " Always happy to assist," Deidre laughed. "As long as you don't try to poach old Joe's clients?" Nothing of the sort," Henry said. "This is personal." Fine," Deidre said. "Speaking of personal, Annie rang and asked after you. Said your cell phone kept being engaged." It was too," Henry said. "Mad afternoon. Will you be a dear and ring her to say I might be late? Oh, and do find me the number for one of those companies that clean up houses where someone has died." Shall do," Deidre said. "I am. My hard cock springs into view and I see a hunger in your eyes for it that confirms to me that you want exactly what I want right now, and equally as badly. You take it in your hand and stroke it softly while you come back up to plant your lips back on mine. I can’t stand not touching you any longer as I bring my right hand between your legs to your warm wetness. I slide my fingers along your slit and you moan deeply into my mouth once again. Standing on our knees, we tease and please each. The head looks like the proverbial sheep's heart.When it was time for Gilly to come in the two prefects had to drag her bodily through the doors and up to the cocking bench.She was trembling from head to foot as they left her. Mr Smith had disrobed by this point, and was wanking off his cock to get it properly hard. He made sure the prefects good a good eyeful,and the scurried out of the room to relay on the news.Gilly stood there, tears in her eyes. She could not escape looking at Mr Smiths.