She'd wanted to be "with child" more than anything and now she was -- she was every bit of six months along and Tracy loved being big with the baby gr...wing inside her belly. She and her husband, Sam, had been wanting a baby and now she was over two-thirds on the way to becoming a first-time mommy.Tracy loved to feel her swollen pregnant belly. She just delighted in the miracle of actually being knocked up and she was looking forward to giving birth and having her baby to love and care for. Sam. That I had a night of sex planned with the help of a potion. Shit, the potion, I thought. I forgot about that. It's doing it to me again. I gotta leave. I can't feel this way in front of Mike. Oh god, he is so handsome. My stare burned into the blanket where his cock would be -- wishing I had x-ray vision. Is he hard? I thought. His cock is so close and I know he's naked. Was he jerking off? I gotta know or I'll die.Looking back to my son's face, I asked, "What were you doing when I came. ‘Wow, that’s a bit too far, even for Chris,’ she said breathily. ‘Did it bother you?’‘Firing someone? No, I’ve done it before,’ I replied, shaking my head gently. ‘It wasn’t the firing itself, it’s that it felt like a show, like he was using that boy to make a statement.’‘Statement?’ she asked quizzically. ‘What do you mean?’‘I don’t know,’ I sighed, staring into the shelves of liquor behind the counter. ‘Maybe it was to tell me that he could fire anyone at anytime? Maybe it was to let me know. I then push her onto the sofa and instruct her to open her legs as wide as possible. With the red lipstick, I write “Dirk’s Slut” just above her pussy, another quick pic for Mr Smith before I move up and kiss her, while telling her that she is a good slut. As I kiss her, I touch her wet pussy for the first time, she shudders and whimpers as I caress her clit, getting faster and faster, I can tell she is about to orgasm and I stop, she begs me to continue. I look her in the eyes and say, no.