“Do you really mean that?” Amanda asked. “Yes, I promise,” Brian replied. “Good, because I'm pregnant Brian,” Amanda said. I was beyond st...nned, so I just flat screamed as loudly as I could. “Holy shit!” I screamed as I ran to her room. I nearly broke her door down just opening it and gave them both a huge hug. “I guess you were listening?” Amanda asked. “That wasn't all bullshit, was it?” I asked. “No mom, I'm really pregnant,” Amanda replied. I couldn't help but feel her stomach, she. Daniel was busy drafting an urgent agreement that the client needed by the end of that week. “Go home, Isabella, it's getting late” he said to her as she walked past his office with a pile of files in her arms.“I will in a mo; I just want to put these files away before I leave” she said, flashing that smile that she knew Daniel could not resist. She cradled the files against her chest, pushing her breasts higher making her cleavage push out of the top of her shirt. She walked off looking at him. Carla squeezed my cock as my tongue touched her lower tit."Mmmmm," she moaned.Her hand worked clumsily over my throbbing cock as my tongue slowly traced the faint blue veins of her ample breast. My hand lightly pulled on the tightened nipple of one tit as my tongue slowly wound it's way to the other. My tongue circled her large, rough areola until it finally found the nub it wanted."Oooooohhhh" the sound escaped her lips.I slicked the nipple with my tongue, then took it firmly between my lips. Don’t fuck this up!“God, yeah. You’re fucking top-drawer.”Angela’s smile widened. “I thought gentlemen preferred blondes?”Careful. Careful. “Oh, they do.” Fuck! You’ve fucked it up, moron! “But I’m no gentleman.” Ohhhh, good save!“That’s good. ‘Cause I’m no lady, either.” She threw herself at him, locking her lips to his. This time it was Paul’s tonsils that got cleaned. The little fella in his boxers sprang to life—at least brewer’s droop wasn’t going to be a problem.Their passionate embrace.