Rather than pull away she pressed against me and smiled and began to stroke my developing erection through my dressing gown. As I became full and hard...she stepped back and untied her belt, eased her robe off her shoulders, it fell to the floor and she stood facing me smiling. A vision dressed only in a skimpy white lace thong, her huge heavy breasts hung to just above her belly button and tufts of pubic hair emerged from all sides of her thong. You like ? she whispered. I like very much I. I dried off, the soft cotton of the towel rasping against my skin. For a change, I braided my hair, Katnis Everdeen style. I knew my curls would be no match against the rain and dampness all day. Throwing on a cleanly washed and ironed uniform I walked down the stairs. This morning there was no goodbye blow job at the bottom of the stairs. Instead I found Daddy alone, searching for ‘the good umbrella’ in the coat closet. Today he was wearing a slate grey suit and a dark blue shirt, setting off. But, as she gotten to her sixth month and her swollen belly became larger and larger, she suddenly realized that Philip didn't seem nearly as interested in her sexually as he had at first.By the time Bethany was full-term and ready to have the baby, it had been several weeks since Philip had touched her at all. She rationalized that he simply didn't find a young woman with a hugely pregnant belly and swollen breasts to be that physically desirable. She knew once the baby came he'd fall in love. When she went to the closet to pick out the day's outfit. She noticed the door between the rooms was not closed all the way. OH MY GOD! she thought. Did someone watch her fuck herself into convulsions? Nervously, she tapped on the door lightly and pushed it open slowly. “Hello! Is everyone decent? There was no response. She heard the shower running. She knew it was wrong. She was curious, not to mention horny though. She tiptoed towards the bathroom. She pushed the door open slightly. She could.