She would be forty in two weeks, which was one week, to the day, after her due date. Josh had, as he loved to tell people, "knocked the old broad up" ...wo times previously, and, if they stopped with three, then they wouldn't have to move into a bigger house.True, it would be "cozy" for them, in the three bedroom ranch they'd moved into after the divorce was final. But the boys already lived together, and that left one bedroom for the daughter who caused the bulge she was currently running her. She climbed out the car, locked the door, and made her way up two flights of stairs to her flat. Apartment 3c. She slid her key in the door as quietly as humanly possibly, gently turned it, and slowly eased the door open. She tiptoed inside and noiselessly shut the door behind her. She slipped her shoes off by the front door and carefully turned to step inside the flat."Where have you been?" Came a soft sleepy voice.Lana jumped. "I was trying not wake you."Ivy chuckled. "Fair enough," she. Her thighs were wide apart and my cock was right up her as I stood between them with her impaled. She was my next door neighbour and I'd only moved into the neighbourhood two weeks earlier. She'd struck up a conversation with me on the day I'd moved in, and now I could see what she had had in mind.After a day or two, she had invited herself into my house for coffee and a few days after that brushed aside the inevitable move that I made on her."Sorry," I told her, "I thought you wanted to be. I was thrilled as I have always had a smoking fetish and would be able to watch her smoking. She took a long drag on the cigarette and put it in an ashtray, then tilted her head back and exhaled a long stream of smoke. Pouring some oil on my back she proceeded to give me a very professional massage. My cock was now becoming very hard as I enjoyed the feel of her soft hands caressing me. She took another drag on her cigarette and then knelt on the bed next me. Straddling me, she laid he.