Thank god, because my husband won't touch me.My name is Judy Fortune and I'm seven months pregnant. Before being pregnant, I was about one hundred and...ten pounds. I'm 5'7" and have black long hair and green eyes. I've always had a big chest, but now being pregnant my breasts are enormous. When I wasn't pregnant they were a 38D. I think they're much larger than that now.I've been dreaming about when my husband will touch me again. I think we'll probably fuck the whole day. I just miss having a. .that wrong"fucinhigh08: “lol ,thats where your wrong” i say climbing on your chest and pull out my cock from my shortsyankees2girl: i close my eyes and shut my mouthfucinhigh08: i slap your cheekyankees2girl: "ow"fucinhigh08: “open your fucking eyes bitch look at this cock your about to suck”yankees2girl: i shake my head nofucinhigh08: i slap you harder on the head this time...”open your fucking eyes”yankees2girl: i open my eyes slowly as tears fill themfucinhigh08: “awwwwwwwww you crying lil. ”“Yeah, I know, you’re probably right,” she agreed quietly. “But I was trying to keep up with you at first, and lost track of you.”“Gotta learn to hold your liquor, I guess,” I teased.“Yeah, that might be the last time I try that at all,” she said in defeat.“Ha!” I crowed. “I’ll sneak you one of grandpa’s Old Swill’s tomorrow at the party. You’ll be right back up on the horse.”I heard a slight gag on the other line.“Shut up about beer,” she whispered. “It’s been a bad day.”Oh this was too rich.. "Amy, I need to go." That's ok, the kids are in bed, just go if you need to. Why are you telling me?" Then she looked closely at my face and the fear I displayed. "What are you not telling me?" Luckily, this event was not going to happen for another hour, my Instinct giving me plenty of time to plan or decide whether I would actually go.As I have written, I could, if I wanted to, find out when and how I die and that was the only way of discovering the effect this was going to have on me. I.