"You look fabulous, Sally" said Mr Stapleton admiring her full breasts and belly. " and no sign of any stretch marks whatsoever!" Thank you, Mr Staple...on" Sally replied opening her legs a little further. "We have to go out to a client meeting today, Sally and I think you may find it quite interesting as the firm Maternal Ware specialise in alternative clothing for women of all ages and indeed pregnant ones." Mr Stapleton continued " I think it will be great to have you along for that reason.". "Mmm, mmm hot ass!" She met my short thrusts with backwards nudges of her own, indulging me for a few moments. "My co-worker will be here any minute, boo" she laughed. "We don't have much time, do you want to continue or shall we..." Oh, hell yeah, let's go!" We continued towards the back, and she led me to a dressing room off to the side of the register counter. Unlocking the door, she went in and sat down on the cushioned, corner seat. Because of her small stature, her button-cute face was. I didn't even get to his door before he was there with a bottle of red and he ushered me to the boat launch. He kept his hand on my knee as we rode out to the boat. Did I say boat? This was no boat, it was a yacht! The sun wasn't down and it was warm and I remember the sound of the water lapping against the yacht when we pulled alongside. The young boy who drove the launch, helped me aboard and Joe tipped him. This vessel was larger then my house and we walked to the bow where Roman was talking. “Is that right, Beautiful?” he said as he finally hovered above her face, his body parallel to hers and not touching her near as much as she wanted.Without waiting for a reply, he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers and finally letting some of his weight press onto her body. She moaned around his lips with contentment, she loved feeling his lips on hers and his reassuring weight on top of her. She wished she could raise her hand up, run her fingers through his short hair.