’ He grunted trying to get the rest of his cock into her. ‘Fuck you are tight’ Laura could tell the young man’s cock was bigger than her husba...ds, how much she wasn’t sure. He exerted more pressure and soon he had his full length into the depths of her pussy, she moaned softly as her pussy aloud the intruder in. The young man was a few inches longer than her husband and a little thicker, she was saddened when she realized how much she liked his bigger cock. ‘Cmon fuck me bitch.’ He grunted. As I stood in front of the mirror the devil in me though about showing up at that shop dressed in this mini-dress. I bet their jaws would hit the floor when they saw me. I dismissed the idea quickly. I couldn't go out in public dressed like I was. Women just didn't wear a sexy outfit like this when they're pregnant. People would think I was a tramp or something.My curiosity continued to nag me. What would those handsome mechanics think of me in this dress? My excitement at the thought continued. A small mahogany table next to the armchair with some kind of fake flower, I suppose it's supposed to make me feel more welcome or something? I don't know. The dark green carpet runs the length of the entire room leading up to the huge mahogany bookshelf filled with books of all colours, large bound in leather, some paperback, many different titles, and authors, of course, the standard for every psychologist's office, the entire works of Sigmund Freud.After all the years in therapy I have been. I wanted to think of something for her in keeping with her crimes.Shotgunning the drug dealer wasn't that far fetched. Probably other drug trade operatives were likely to use that method of retiring him. So what would fit BeeBee's lifestyle? Now that was going to require some times to figure out.So what should I start with at the end of my ride, I wondered. I looked forward to getting home to a very hot shower after my breakfast. Most mornings breakfast for me was at the local Hardee's. It was.