I have to spread my legs wide to get to the right height, but I enjoy the variety.I know what I want next, but can I get away with it, and dare I actu...lly do it? I want to fuck her. Properly. I want to cum in her. Surely, she would know the next morning, wouldn’t she? I could use a condom, but I don’t want to. That would spoil it. I want to be inside her properly. I want to cum in her, but wouldn’t she feel all sticky the next morning? That’s my biggest concern, after her waking up while I’m. "Well, yeah," Tanisha said. "I've been feeling bloated. My pants are tight, and my bras are all tight. It doesn't make sense. When I checked the scales this morning I saw that I've put on a couple pounds. I guess I understand why since I haven't done much exercising this week other than standing around being a booth bunny. I've been achy and irritable, too. Like I said, I don't know what it is, but I wish I could shake it." Well," Joy giggled, "Maybe you're pregnant and don't know it." Wouldn't. Stephen, coerced by his still throbbing feet, obliged his kindly host, joining her on the faux-leather two-seater, met with, "You're looking awf'y tired, Stephen. They're working you far too hard." "Och, I'm a'right, Mrs. Atkin, it's just a lot of walkin'. It'll be better when I get my car back." "A young lad like you needs tae blow off some steam noo and again." She conspicuously placed her bony fingers on his thigh; strangely, he did not immediately recoil from this peculiar action. "Maybe. "Marcus adjusted the heat on dinner -- a simple but filling chicken soup, and fresh biscuits -- while he waited for Julie to return home. He found the cooking to be quite fun. The appliances Julie had were amazing -- the blender, the food processor, and his favorite, the toaster. So much easier than doing everything over an open fire. Julie had taken to coming home for a meal after work before going to the hospice to spend time with her parents, so he tried to have things ready to eat when she.