“Oh, Oh, another one ... fuck...” she screamed.I kept sucking her clit, until she reached down with the palm of her hand and pushed against my for...head. She was trying to pry me off.“Jeff, Jeff, stop for a second, Jesus Christ.” She panted.I released her pussy from my lips and moved up to her. I gently leaned over and kissed her lips. Her breathing was very labored and shallow, her face flushed.“My God, no one has ever ate my pussy like that before. You are amazing.” she whispered.“Oh, I’m not. My nipples had turned brown and small bumps ringed my areolae. I dark line ran from my pubis to my navel, and when I turned sideways, a noticable bulge was visible. I hefted my heavier (and slightly sagging) boobs. I ran my slim hands over my new roundness. I LOOKED pregnant! I had a belly! I immediately got into maternity clothes, though they hid my new bulges. I was so proud. That afternoon, Kate and I were sunning by the pool. I had decided to wear a two piece suit to show off my new belly.. She was relieved her project wasn't due until next week. She'd spent the winter growing tomatoes under ultraviolet light, and she didn't want to be stuck lugging around the glass tanks in the nude.When they were settled, more or less, Flutesnoot went on:"Today's project is from Dilton Doiley, who seems to have made some sort of computerized kitchen aid."Dilton tried to speak, but he only croaked."What was that?" No," Dilton said, clearing his throat. "What it is—" Please stand and face the. They were both veterans of North Africa, so that was a help. We talked for a while and were dismissed by Maj. Harris.We stopped of at the squad tent to leave John with his squad while I went with Andy to pick up the new squad. Wonder of wonders, with the Army's great wisdom, Andy had a BAR man, but no bazooka team. Hell, with all of the Kraut tanks we were running in to, there was no way he could do without a bazooka. At least, he had a man who had been trained on a bazooka, but he had never.