Paradoxically this proved easier to do than to choose what to do about the baby growing in my middle-aged belly.This early on in my pregnancy there wa... nothing about my body to give away my terrible secret to family and friends and, apart from an hour or so of blessedly mild nausea every morning, there was little to remind me as I went about my usual work, home, gym and social routine.If I hadn’t accidentally taken the test I’m sure would never have guessed what had happened.For a week, life. “I’ve had enough, I want a divorce!”“I can understand that,” replies her husband, “but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Jaguar in the garage and no more yacht club. But the decision is yours.” Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm.“Who’s that woman with Moishe?” asks the wife.“That’s his mistress,” says her husband.“Ours is prettier,” she. . .” “Yes, Angela, yes, but please . . .” Miss Wheatstone smoothlyinterrupted. “…let’s be rational, all of us. Beth, this will be yourfirst and only verbal warning. It is unnatural and unladylike for youngwomen to spend very much time contemplating their own bodies — or those ofothers! — except in pursuit of ladylike arts like learning make-up, ortaking care of personal matters. I, ahem, I really don’t think I need tosay more, do I? And,. This caused her to moan even more. She laid back as I went from sucking on nipple to the other. My hand was rubbing gently over her belly, each time getting closer and closer to the button on her jeans.I let my hand rest with the button of her jeans in my fingers as I quickly began flicking my tongue over her nipples which were now hard and erect. "Yes, baby!" she cooed as I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. I let my fingers trace along the top of her satin panties as I kept.