Her ass was now very huge. Being pregnant, had done her body good. She had on some slippers and a white apron stretched over her thick frame. "Hi Buck... You look good. The wine looks great I hope you brought a big appetite and are ready for some dessert later." she said in her sexy southern accent.She turned to strut back into the kitchen. Dave just starred at me. I smiled and looked at his wife go into the kitchen. About 20 minutes later we sat at the dinner table. Sheryl had left the apron in. Due to him pressing my boobs continuously, my nipples had turned hard. He could feel that too and all of a sudden, he started teasing me by rubbing my nipples over the kurti with his finger.Any play with my nipples turns me on very much. I started breathing heavily. After a few minutes when I had closed my eyes due to him rubbing my nipples, he pinched them and rolled them between his finger and thumb.This thing drove me crazy and I started kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt simultaneously.. It was never a destination that either of us chose, but it was a place that both of us were happy to travel to. More than happy in fact, ecstatic - at least in my case. You'd have to ask Cassie about her recollection of the events of last year. Most of all, it didn't seem strange and it didn't seem wrong, though it was clearly the former and more than likely the latter too. When all's said and done, the thing it most seemed was inevitable. It was always going to happen. From the very first. She was deep into cellular automata and artificial intelligence, or rather machine intelligence. I paid her visit and found her talking into a microphone in an unintelligible patois while watching a grid of high-resolution monitors "Hi. Whatcha doin'?"She hit a key which paused the action on the screen, then turned to greet me. "Hi! Long time no see. I'm teaching a computer intelligence how to identify a component, test it, and replace it if the thing tests outside of its design envelope."She.