I looked around and saw a smile dark haired girl, I smiled back.When I stood up I noted she looked good, not stunning, with a huge rack, maybe 40D and...a huge pregnant belly, about 5 ft 3 ins. I stood well anove her , I'm 5 ft 11. I'm Helen she said, staring at my crotch. Unbeknownst to me my prick was getting harder again. She wore a light summer dress showi g all her curves , I was fucking salivating. She was posh, told me she was 18 and lived in her Dad's apartment. I took her hand and. " That's fine by me, I want to know about the man who came to see you." Come in and have a seat. I'm Nancy. I was just mixing myself a drink before work, would you like one?" Sure, what are you drinking?" Jack Black with a beer back." Damn. Are you sure you're going to make it to work?" Maybe not, but I'm going to have a couple more anyway. It helps get me in the right frame of mind for work." What do you do for a living?" Dance... on tables." she said as she looked away and downed a shot but. It was no more. It had shuffled off its mortal coil and gone to meet its Maker. It was an ex-bra.A safety pin might see her through the day - at least, the rest of the working day. The fastenings were at the front - Dennis, breast-obsessed pervert and love of her life, had begged her to get herself a front-loader this time - but she still had to take her shirt and the ruined bra right off to see the full extent of the damage. The hooks had pulled out of the material completely. How could that. She scooted up the bed as I nodded my consent. Now she looked at me, now she looked into my eyes for the first time since her arrival in my house. Green irises stared back at me in pleading. They struck me as very beautiful, having a depth and life that I could only wonder at.On her back, she parted her knees, once more uttering fuck me. I too scooted up the bed, between her legs. Until now, my only contact with her had been mouth or hands, now I wanted more than anything to be skin to skin,.