She told me to get the cell phone number of Dr Sam from the phone book and tell him that it was Dimni and she was in her third trimester and her left ...eg is cramped and pain is unbearable and it is shooting up her legs.I told it to the doctor and he told me what to do.Then I went and made some hot water found the balm that doctor described and some banded and some cotton. This took me about two minutes and she is still crying in pain. I tell I need to take you to the bed and she asked me “can’t. His boobs were ready to burst from Peg's old blouse - only imagination and one feeble button were keeping them hidden.Peg brushed his concern aside. "Who cares?" She smiled. "With figures like that, you won't be in them for very long anyway."Griff looked at Peg hopefully. "Do you really think so?" he asked. Peg just shrugged and smiled. "Okay. Let's go. Next stop, the Jiggly Room!" The erstwhile men marched out the door.Peg settled back into the couch. It was nearly time for Oprah. I knew how good Greg was and how he knew how to hit every spot. I was usually praising him left, right and centre for his skills, but right now I was cursing them. The ups and downs of the day had me completely exhausted and with raw eyes I drifted off on the sofa. I couldn’t tell you how long I slept for but when the phone ringing woke me up, I felt like it had been days. Who it was I didn’t know, but I answered the phone anyway, still half asleep. “Hi, it’s Jack McCarthy, can I speak to. She was looking like an angel.I began kissing her neck, cleavage, boobs, and chest above her top and was caressing her body behind. Her thin cotton kurta made the touches like it was her skin. I felt the bra strap and unhooked it from the top. She was enjoying the touch and moaning lightly.I then just raised her kurta a little and was feeling her panty above her black leggings. In between, I was kissing her tummy along the border of her panty. She was in a different world and was playing with.