I finally decided on a black stretch skirt that came tojust above the knee with a complimentary red blouse, black tights and mynew black one inch pump.... After that I sat at my desk and filed andthen painted my nails a lovely lavender color to match my eyes. I wasso happy at this point I could not help but get frustrated again withthings arising when not wanted. I realized I needed to take care ofthings, grabbed a towel from my laundry hamper and relieved thepressure. I must say I never once. She was wearing a short tight stretchy material pink skirt that barely covered her fat ass, and one of those tank tops or whatever they called it, that was like a tight fitting T-shirt with the T cut off. It started somewhere on the top of her massive breasts, and ended a couple of inches above her navel. So her fleshy tummy and the top quarter of her boobs were exposed. I must admit that it was a stirring sight, and I felt my cock getting all puffed up as I looked at her moving around. We were going to have another baby and had to get used to it.But accepting that fact didn’t mean it would be easy. It just made the problem clear.The timeframe was clear too. With an official ‘due date’ of early December, we could now plan ahead and take what few steps we could to try and mitigate the damage. There was no time to wait; in a few very short weeks one or other of our friends would notice the changing shape of my belly, the secret would be out and the scandalous rumours would. To me chinar park me gya or wha jakr beth gya wha kuch bachche khel rhe the to me unhe dekhne lga.Fr kuch hi samay bad ek mast aunty mujhe dekhte hue bagal k raste se ja rhi thi. Uski age lagbhag 35 k aaspas hogi or uska figure to kya batau yr ek dam 36-34-36 tip top lg rhe the jaise kisi achche ghar se ho. Fr waha ghum kar thodi der bad fr return ayi or mere pass akar beth gyi. Thodi der tk me mobile chalane lga fr usne hi pucha ki kya karte ho or kya nam he tumhara. To mene bta diya ki me.