“Get busy.”I walked around to the trunk and leaned over to grab two bags. I tried to be careful to keep my hem in place, but I felt it ride up in ...he back a bit. I walked the fifty feet to the bin with one bag in front and one in back, trying to cover up. The bin was tall and I would have to reach up to put the bags in. I couldn’t lift both at the same time, so I put one bag down and lifted the first one up and in. I looked down and my pussy was in full view. I quickly scanned the area. No one. After a few months my 'baby bump' emerged and my back started toache!At Amanda's suggestion, I attended anti-natal classes and sat alongsideother woman in a similar condition to me. (It was unavoidable that,after a while, I just had to recognise that for the time being at leastI was a fully functioning female and that I need to think of myself assuch and not as a 'transformed man'.)The time for our baby's birth approached rapidly - (far to fast for myliking1) - until, one night, my waters broke. When most people were making 20-25 thousand a year, he was making over three million a year. For the seven years prior to his death, he made over 25 million dollars. On top of that, he had just sold his interest in three different companies the month before his tragic death. That money comes in every month like clockwork. Howdy, that amount alone is mid six figures a month." Gypsy sat there glassy eyed, in deep thought before finishing, "It was almost like he knew something was going to happen. As I fucked her I kept telling her she had never been this wet and loose and that she had just been fucked by someone. She kept telling me that wasn’t true. However, I kept telling her I was not upset and love the feeling of sloppy seconds. Finally she said, “it is not sloppy seconds, it is sloppy thirds”. WOW I couldn’t believe it, my wife that said she could always wait for me to fuck her, had fucked someone, and at least 3 times or maybe 3 guys,I kept fucking her and pressing her for.