“I think you’re the one that’s hard.” He teases as he runs his hand over the erection bulging out of my underwear making me moan.“I think we...both are.” I tell him quietly as in one quick motion I undo his trousers and pull them and his underwear down before he can stop me again. His erection springs out almost slapping me in the face.“I think you’re right.” He laughs as I stare at his massive cock which because of my movements is at the same height as my face.I crouch there not moving just. She was pleased that he wanted their child and while she too would have liked him to herself for a bit longer, it was what it was. At breakfast, Grace handed Willow a special tea. She grinned and said, “Looks like you get to try out your own concoction, Willow.”Willow had designed the tea a few years ago for morning sickness, and many women at home who used it said it made a big difference. Willow sipped the tea, “I think it needs more honey,” she said, trying not to grimace at the bitter. Sure enough in the top desk drawer was a pile of nude magazines. Most were quite old, showing mature ladies with huge busts in ridiculous poses, which held no appeal to Amy, or horse-cock. Near the bottom of the pile Amy found what looked from the cover to be a stuffy medical journal, but inside was pure joy. Photographs of young girls in tight white jodhpurs and black riding boots, saddling up their horses. Over the page one beauty was standing up in the stirrups, her thighs and tight shapely. “It’s a good job you were close by,” I said. “I might have been hurt. Thanks for saving me.”“My pleasure,” he smiled and stooped to pick up a rod. “I’ll screw the fittings over the window while you put your curtains on the rod. Okay?”I nodded and we both got to work. When I handed him the rod to put up, our hands touched and it was like an electric shock, a bolt from the blue. We instantly looked at each other and I saw desire in his eyes but I again stepped back and watched him finish the.