‘So where do we go from here?’ he asked. ‘From this one night stand?’ I asked amused. ‘You don’t have to call it that.’ ‘Well that’s...what it was.’ I told him. He looked like he wanted to say something but changed his mind in the process. ‘Look…’ ‘Ben.’ he answered. ‘Look Ben, this was just a little hook up. There’s no pressure for you to commit to a relationship or anything like that.’ FUCK! Speaking of relationships, I have a boyfriend! Oh my god! Jake will kill me when he finds out! Wait a. It led into what looked like an empty lot filled with trees. But then Ross noticed Mrs. Michaels' address painted on the curb.The driveway wound up a hill for a quarter mile before a house appeared through the dense, green forest. From the outside, it looked like a small, single-level home that blended in with its leafy surroundings. But the inside was jaw-dropping. Mrs. Michaels' favored a modern design with leather furniture, abstract art and a giant flat-screen television that hung on the. She looked younger than she was, and her father probably felt like me when I was with Ashleigh – we were outkicking our coverage.When Ashleigh emerged from the master bathroom, she was wearing a pink bathrobe that just barely covered her butt.“My mother’s robe. It’s a little big for me,” Ashleigh began as she caught my stare. “You’ve probably noticed the pictures there on the side, especially the one of my mom in her black bikini. You can tell she has more hips and tits than me.” She chuckled. Now, at last, her dream had finally come true. To keep the money rolling in, she continued to do her job, knowing that the bigger her belly, the more she could charge the part of her clientele that got off on screwing a pregnant woman. She started to show a littler earlier than most, much to her delight, and made sure to wear anything and everything that showed off her bump.Darla could not imagine a more wonderful life than being pregnant, screwing as many guys as she wanted whenever she.