Six months that have changed our life already. You think your condition has robbed you of your beauty, but it has replaced it with something far more ...urreal. Your once delicate, petite features now have a deeply seductive curve to them. Your already ample bosom swells above the delicate curvature of our child, distending your taut and defined belly. Your five and a half feet tall person never looked as beautiful as it does now. Your natural grace is barely diminished and you still manage to. His fingers slid into my wetness and slid easily over my small bump. I moaned and thrust against his fingers. He used his spare hand to press gently into the center of my back as he dipped his fingers into my soft moist heat. I was tight and extremely wet. His senses fired up and his dick twitched against my thigh. I leaned my head back and sighed softly as he thrust his fingers up and down inside of me. I rode him and moaned, “Michael, I need…oh god I need something!” He quickly rid me of my. I said try them on."The brassiness was returning to her tone."Ok, sure."I sat on the chair and unbuckled the sandals. I slipped the shoe on andwiggled my toes. Again I was surprised. It seemed to fit. I put theother one on and stood. I wobbled a little but over all managed to keepmy balance. It was a strange feeling."They'll look better with hose. Wait here."Again Mary disappeared to her bedroom and again she returned withtrouble."Have you ever worn pantyhose before?"I could truthfully say I. So I had to win.And I had help. Cassie and I would do well together.“I thought you could swim better than that,” I said. “Aren’t you a cheerleader?”“I thought so, too,” she said.I stepped closer, extending my hand to help her stand, when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. A petite woman with the pale-olive complexion of a Far Eastern Asian rose from behind a bush down the river, a futa-cock thrusting hard before her, her hand throwing something at us.Something pale.Fear hammered.