She had wide hips and thick, firm legs.. “Damn,” I said. “You’re look strong.” Her fingers traced the elastic of her panties. “Do you li...e that?” “Love it.” She took the panties off and tossed them onto my chest. “How’s the bouquet?” I breathed deeply. The smell was clean and tangy and salty. “Makes me want a taste.” She walked back to the bed and undid whatever held the handcuffs. I was still cuffed, but I could move around now. I sat up as she sat down. Nicole grabbed a handful of hair. No one will ever fuck you like I do." In the bottom if her heart, she knew He was right.She woke up extra early, she dared not be late. She needed Him and she knew He was aware of it. She got showered and dressed and headed out the door, more confident and determined not to fail. She even had enough time to grab them both coffee.Her legs felt like a baseball bat had been taken to her thighs. She really needed to work on those apparently. Today she put her heels on instead of carrying them in.. And for her mother I gifted a piece of jewelry, though she wasn’t impressed -- impossible to win her over I've since discovered. Oh well…At this point I should note that my in-laws are Asian, and their English is not good. As I’ve learned this isn’t such a bad thing! I’m sure you readers wouldn’t mind not being able to fully communicate with your in-laws…But as they say, actions speak louder than words. And the gift I received from her mother left me quite speechless…My future mother-in-law. It's only for a few weeks, and it won't hurt you."Fuming, I stalked out of his office and headed for the instructors' locker room. Damn! A roomful of pregnant women, and Harold expected ME to lead the exercises.It wasn't that I objected to the job. Oh, sure, I expected to feel like a fool being the only man there showing all those women how to work out - but that wasn't the problem.I LIKE pregnant women. They've been my favorite sexual-fantasy objects for years. The problem was this: How in.