When she let my legs drop, my powder-coated botty dropped onto thecushiony-soft nappies like a duckling's bottom settling into a pile ofdowny feathers... I felt sure every square millimetre of my bot-bot hadbeen well tended and my pulsating clittie was harder than ever. Mybeautiful babysitter smiled at my turgid excitement and sprinkled a cloudof baby powder over it, covering my tummy in a perfumed white mound. Sheplaced aside the container of talc and turned back to me, smiling. In addition to her love of being pregnant, Lauren also found great pleasure in breast feeding, feeling a bond with her child that no man could ever truly understand. The idea of bottle feeding her child seemed foreign to Lauren and she resorted to such methods only in cases of extreme emergency.Less than one month after the birth of her first child Lauren and her husband became concerned at the size of Lauren's breasts. Lauren had always been a chesty woman since age 18, wearing a 36D bra much. He laughed for few seconds then told me: “you dummy, I use this ring to keep the ladies away, not the cute guys like you”. My heart beat and breathing accelerated; I felt the heat reaching my face and knew that my ears must be red now. He looked at me with indulging, reassuring eyes and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I threw my self at him and started kissing him, his soft lips responded to mine; parted a little allowing me to caress them with my thong. I put my trembling hands at both sides of. ’ He glanced at her, his tense expression softening a little. ‘Come on, Anna, you can’t just…leave.’ He said the word like it was foreign. To him it probably was. Anna knew that women didn’t really leave Jason Blake. No, he usually took care of that himself. And the crazy part was that his long list of conquests were usually left feeling honored for having basked in his presence. Clenching her fists, Anna vowed she wouldn’t be like those women. Not anymore, at least. Still, as his tone gentled.