‘You’re pretty heavily pregnant,’ I said of her, despite the fact she was still stunning, worryingly so. ‘When was the last time you had sex?�...� ‘My husband won’t touch me, he hasn’t since we got it confirmed from our doctor. Five months ago. And quite frankly, I’ve got too much money to just lie in bed every night with a vibrator against my clit. I need a man, and I liked your photos.’ ‘Your husband won’t touch you?’ I asked, touching her myself as I gently fondled her clearly enlarged breasts. . I got between her legs, and looked down at her. She smiled up at me. "I told her I was going to get myself fucked."I took her at her word, and let her guide the head of my cock to her entrance. The only thing she said was, "You've grown!" It was only a comment, not a complaint. We settled into a rhythm, and aside from an occasional grunt, or a word of encouragement, we didn't say more until I was ready to blow my load."Can you?" I asked."Hmmm." Now?" Hmmm."Karen unlocked her ankles, but held me. I took my clothes off and he pushed me back and started to kiss me. I hugged him and I lifted my legs unto his back while we kissed. I guess that was an obvious sign I liked being fucked, because he reached for some vaseline and smeared it on my hole, and then on his cock.He rubbed his cockhead on my hole, up and down, and then slightly pushed it against my hole. Then up and down again, and then back to poking my hole.The whole time we were kissing and I was getting so horny for his. "No one pays attention to the domesticsthese days. They're barely human. I say you let Vic get this out of hissystem. It'll teach him a lesson about hard work and responsibilitythat he wouldn't get in your office." What kind of sacrifices are you willing to make to get this job?" myfather turned to me and asked."Anything," I said. "I want the job." You want to wear high heels?" he snarled. "You want to paint your lipsand have men paw at your ass." No, sir," I said. "I mean, yes, I'd enjoy.