A week later, the post packet from Jamaica was announced. From their terrace, Tony and Harriet had a view over the harbour and they could see the brig...as she rounded the northern tip of the jetty and crept into the bay. Tony and Harriet were mildly interested. After all, Tony still held his shares in the shipping line of Whitney & Cie, and he had sent word of his new station to Mr. Whitney.An hour later, Tony was on board the Asia and busy with the paperwork. The purser had submitted his. Honestly, I thought it was a bit unfaltering; the two-tone look didn't work.She noticed me with a start and smiled uncomfortably at me. She probably didn't realize just how lustfully she'd been looking at my man, but she knew she'd been staring. "Hey Christi!" she said, covering her fluster. "You look nice. Just a few weeks left, right?"My third pregnancy was going well, and I felt pretty good. I was wearing the one nice maternity dress I had; I first bought it when I was carrying Emma and. Ihad distinct feeling that they all knew that I wasn't a real girl buta mere sissy. Could they somehow see my penis, hidden inside a gaff?No probably not. Was my body not developed enough? My body wasdefinitely girlish. It was soft and feminine but not yet womanly. Myboobs were rather small and my hip was just slightly wider than mywaist. But allot of girls weren't well endowed."With her small breasts, it's probably best to go with a dress thatwill draw everyone's eyes onto another part of her. We slept as if we were never going to sleep again.When we woke up next morning at around 10.30 A.M she greeted me with a pleasant smile. We kept on doing this whenever we had a chance sometimes at my house and sometimes at her place. We even skipped the long tour to give time for each other.I was all going right when she started behaving strange when I told her a girl in my class proposed me. She was given a subject Operating Systems to teach us in our 4th year final semester. It was then she.