So I mumbled something that seemed appropriately complimentary, and took a hasty sip of the coffee. But even if I hadn’t been caught out in that way... the way I was feeling after being so close to her for not much more than half an hour, had left me flustering, and speaking more like an infatuatedly blundering young teen-ager than a mature, mid-life man. From my seat in the hall, she had looked gorgeous – not glossy-magazine, sexily beautiful – but even from that distance I felt she was somehow. The blouse was opaque; teen age boys get all excited when they see a bra through a blouse, and I wanted these boys to think that the sex upcoming was their idea, not mine. The shorts though were white and tight. I would have left my panties off but I was in the middle of my period and I needed panties to hold the pad in place; I didn't want tell-tale stains. I knew that it cut down on the odds of me getting my pussy eaten, but I was pretty sure that I could still get them to fuck me. Or, worst. My tshirt discarded along with my bra your lips and tongue start the slow descent once more pausing at each breast. Your free hand cupping my swelling breast as your tongue swirls over my nipples and as you gently tug andgraze them with your teeth the sensations spiking directly to my pussy causing my muscles to clench around your fingers as the start of my orgasm crashes over. Watching me with those hooded eyes of desire as my body accepts and loses control to this orgasm till the crashing. " "Wait! You passed out? When? Why didn't someone tell me about it?" Well... I kind of made them all promise not to. It was at the last fitting we all had. I'd been throwing up all day and was so tired from not being able to sleep, I think that's why I passed out." When did you find out for sure?" When we were leaving, Vera said something about when she was pregnant and it got me thinking but, it really didn't hit me that I might be until about 4 that morning. I checked the calendar and did the.