Into the living room walked a woman, her features obscured by a thick layer of cum. The woman was as slim as her, except for her cum filled belly, she...looked extremely pregnant, her belly reaching down to her knees and extending a good 3 feet out.Maria walked over to her, “Are you okay?” she asked, “can I get you something to drink?”The woman nodded and Maria filled a glass with water and handed it to her. The cum-covered woman took the glass to her lips and galloped it down, the water mixing. It was getting late and I had studied enough. As I remember, I had barely put on my pyjamas and climbed into bed when my eyes felt very heavy and I was fast asleep.It was bright daylight when I awoke. By the position of the watery sun I could see that it was away past my usual time. My alarm clock said it was after eleven. I washed my face, put on my clothes and looked out. I blinked. All of the cars were gone. I went downstairs to the kitchen. Mrs. Braithwaite was speaking to Dora. "Good. Ruchi was sitting on a chair and her skirt rose up to the mid thigh and those white, fleshy, buttery thighs were so inviting that I put my hands in the trousers pocket and started pressing my dickMe: there is way, but I don’t know how you will respond to my proposal.Ruchi: its ok sir, I would anything you tell me to do, I will not mind and that’s my assuranceMe: ok Ruchi, if you insist, my proposal is that I would again give another 3 months of time to review your performance and if you improve. I could smell the beer from him and stale sweat, but somehow on the bleak night as the rain fell, I was being comforted, and as he pulled me to him, my hands were against his cock, he had forgotten to put himself back into his pants, and now I was touching it, and he did not notice I was doing it. He was a big man, over six foot, whereas I was 5′ 6′, with short cropped blond hair, dressed in an anorak, under which I just wore a cut t-shirt to just under my poor excuse for breasts. ‘You OK’, he.