??Put it inside you.? ?She stared at him still confused. ?She watched as he looked down toward her core. ?Fear flushed through her cheeks. ??You want ...this in there?? ?She whispered out of disbelief. ?He nodded. ?With shaking fingers she took the small yet heavy egg and pressed it into her vagina. ?She was surprised to find herself already wet enough that it slipped in easily. ?She found that she had to think about it to keep it in due to the weight. ?The egg was big enough and heavy enough that. She again asked if i was o.k, i said it felt a bit weird but o.k, so she eased herself out of her chair and stood upright and then slipped off her housecoat to reveal a sort of all in one suit that had lots of lacy detail and also pushed her breasts out that had been well hidden under the housecoat, they were a big pair of breasts and i really did have to force myself to look away, her cleavage was on show but nothing else and again for a lady in her late 50`s her body looked in great. But she always took as much art and music as she could, and now she was learning how to make pottery. The arts were her passion, what got her juices flowing. She was never as happy as when she was creating something with pen or paint, playing the piano, working on her skills for arranging orchestral music, or acting in drama class.She also found that her arts classes were made up predominantly of girls, whereas the math and science classes were full of boys. Since starting high school, she. She spoke to Bob about it, asking him why she sensed a change in the people."You're pregnant," he said, simply."So?" That proves you're human," he said. "Most women in this town have been pregnant. They know what you're going through. You could have avoided it, but you didn't. That means something to to them."The women, maybe," said Angela. "But the men are falling all over themselves to be nice to me too." A pregnant woman is the future of the race," said Bob. "She should be respected and.