Unfortunately, she chose to walk home, because the storm hadn't yet started. She hadn't acted offended, never brought the matter up.10 or 11 months la...er, my wife had passed, and I left the store with much sadness from my coworkers. On that last day, I noticed it seemed Auburn had put on about 20 pounds since she started. Her chest was a tad bigger (or were my eyes fooling me?), her belly was definitely starting to go beyond the top of her jeans. Well, I'll have to keep in touch, I thought.I. We slipped out and headed to a massage room. I lit an incense stick as my redheaded lover stretched out on her belly on the table, her rump wiggling back and forth. Her toes flexed and curled. Her head vanished into the oval cutout at the top of the massage table, padded to provide comfort for her.“I’m going to rub all over your body, Daughter,” Mrs. Armstrong purred as she pulled out the massage oil. “I’m going to relax you.”“Good,” she said. “I’m super preggers. I need it.”“You’re not super. If she wasn't my mother I woulddefinitely have been trying to chat her up, she was a great piece ofarse.I went for an interview and was excited to notice that the ladies whoworked there were also dressed like Mum. It seemed a dream job.I was offered the job straight away and signed the terms and conditionswithout reading the section headed "dress code" properly. I did nottherefore notice the company uniform was considered to be gender neutral.The restaurant was called "French Made" and it. Maybe with Mom and Dad out of the house it would be safe to try and relieve herself. Reaching into a box she kept hidden in the back of her drawer she pulls out a six inch piece of joy. She removes her pants and panties and lays back on the bed with her little toy. Slowly rubbing it up and down the lips of her cunt, occassional slipping the tip inside. As her juices began to flow she slipped it in a little more slowly working it in and out then up and down her slit then back in and out. As she.