I was frustrated. It had been a week since I'd been laid, since I'd broke up with Ben. I miss the sex. It was amazing. We broke up because he cheated ...n me. Let me be clear, this isn't my fault. Ben was satisfied sexually, but he was young. I was talking about settling down and having kids. He was talking about clubbing for the whole weekend and getting absolutely wasted. Then he got a little slag on the side. I don't know how he did it. We had sex at least everyday, sometimes twice. So how he. Her husband was convinced this would be a girl this time.“Perhaps, or perhaps a flower for you”“Get away” she laughed “You’ve given me enough presents” and she looked at her belly again, and the three boys, though they knew, only she and her husband knew, he only gave her the younger two.Beside him, the elder boy was following his lead and whittling at a piece of wood. The second son showed some promise too, something she was grateful for, she felt that the first child was not destined to be a. She knew it, too. I could see it in her eyes. At first I thought it was fear, but quickly realized what it was: excitement.I grabbed her by the nape of the neck with perhaps a little more force than I should have, but not enough that it would have hurt. Just enough to let her know what was going to happen and who was in charge. I dragged her back into the classroom and closed the door, her eyes locked on mine the whole way. She didn’t say a word, but she was obviously pleading with me to make. It wasn't long before you came back wearing a beautiful shear gown ....and a smile. "Do you like what you see Doc?' you said seductively as you slowly came towards me. The light behind you silhouetted your curves. I took you in my arms and kissed you deeply. My arms held you tight against me as my hands began to work down your body. You pushed hard against me, feeling my bulge pressed to your tummy. My hands caressed you through the shear silky fabric. I slipped my hands over your large.