I slide her shirt up a bit, that big bulging belly, button poking out.“So smooth, no stretch marks.” Says I“And put an ear to her stomach.”He ...icked, an ear to ear grin.A smile by her slightly, eyes warmly ready.Wow what a feeling. Slowly sliding around her, taking her belly in hand, feeling its baby contained girth, putting my crotch into her bum.A finger slipped her button top zipper, touching lightly a pube within.“And your breasts, wonderfully full, they must hurt I suppose.” I said sliding. At this point I realize again, it is my hand, not yours, but I have pushed myself too far. I hurry across the room pulling my skirt up higher on my hips and then falling across the bed on my back with my knees pulled up in a wide ‘V’. I pull my panties to the side sliding two fingers along my silky pussy lips. My body shudders instantly with the light motion between my lips. I start to rub my clit harder with a tapping movement against the sensitive button. I am amazed at how wet my pussy. You will have found a boy you are madly in love with, by then, I am sure, and you will see me as an old man, twenty years older than you." John stood up and gently escorted Tabs from his study, ending the conversation.At his office next day, John was faced with the lack of an environmentalist. He rang Bob Kempe at Rehome, and put his problem to Bob. Bob was not amused."John, you keep 'borrowing' people from me, and I seldom see them back. What do you want an environmentalist for?" At its. After so many years of sneaking around, I was finally sharing this withsomeone.After hanging the dress up I quickly scanned the closet for otherdresses. I had seen her in most everything in there. Maybe she would wantto do this again. Then again, I was wearing a lacy nightgown; I feltthere would be a high probability.I walked back through the bathroom, through the bedroom and formal diningand into the formal living room. I turned on the television and sat onthe couch waiting for her to come.