Even better, I found a pair of sheer black silk thigh-highs that were my size. In a fit of lust, I decided to go look at shoes, and found a pair of sl...tty five-inch (that would make me a full 5'10" of sexy!) heels to top off the ensemble. I was gonna have fun tonight no matter what! I made my way to the checkout, where I found a ten or so person line where there was nobody when I had walked in. I was obviously nervous, as it was pretty obvious that everything in my hand basket was for me. I. Ok plan a, is to get him in the same place as me and let him get a good look. If that doesn't work, then there's plan b, well I think about plan b, later. I put on my sexiest bra, a three-quarter, uplift one, I bought to go to a party some time ago and a pair of thong knickers, under my tightest Jeans. Well it all seemed to work ok, for I was getting some good reactions from the guys as I walked past them. Unfortunately, I don't see him. So it on to plan b; at this point in time, I have no idea. I eased her down on the bed while I continued the kisses. Her spine tasted of salt, and Jeanette. Just before I reached her neck, I stopped to ditch my last piece of clothing, my undershirt.Her thighs, pressed together near her knees, were an inch or two apart where they joined her hips. I lay down full length over her, holding my weight on knees and elbows. That placed my phallus just in that crack between her thighs. When I nibbled the special spot on her neck, she shivered -- she always. “Anyway, just three more weeks. Oh my, I do hope that the baby isn’t late in coming. I am getting so anxious,” she said. “Yes. I understand, I feel the same way,” I said. “But, I guess there’s nothing to do but wait things out now. I mean it is what it is.” “I guess,” she said. Her sigh was more pregnant with meaning than her belly was pregnant with our baby. I had to smile, and she noticed. “What are you smiling about?” she said, and she was frowning. “Nothing really, I guess I’m just.