Nisha and Sam headed for the loo. "Hell, it is so dirty and stinking. I will puke if I go in." Nisha said in disgust."Yeah. Guess we will have to use ...the bushes." Sam muttered."But it's so dark. How to go there?" I will take you. Do not worry." Heck. It's real dark. But I gotta pee so badly" Nisha said."Go ahead and pee." Sam said."Turn your head while I pee." Nisha said.Sam laughed and turned his head.Nisha lowered her trousers and slipped down her thong. "My God. What an ass." Sam said."Shit.. Her friend had announced that she was expecting over lunch, to the delight of her two other heavily pregnant friends. Mary didn't want to admit it, but she was jealous. She never felt more sexy than when she was pregnant with her only son, Chris, and since the passing of her husband, she hadn't had a man in years to give her that family of c***dren that she wanted. Mary desperate wanted a baby. At 5 foot 8, she had a voluptuous figure, with DD-cup breasts, a perfect ass that stood out from the. ." Speak up!" I mean, I don't have any chest. All the women I pass seem to at leasthave some sort of breasts sticking out, and I've got nothing. I think Iought to get some breasts. But where could I get them?"Grandma reached in her handbag and took out two scarves she kept there.She balled one of them up and said, "Stuff it in your bra!" Out here on the street?" Let's go in that doorway," she said, and I followed her to a slightlyhidden alcove off the street, where I quickly filled my bra with. Although her emails were usuallycheerful one thing was immediately clear from tone in parts of herletters was how depressed she was feeling about being forced into theroll of the dutiful daughter. Sure she was clearly enjoying being athome and seeing her family but after the freedoms she had got used toin England it was pretty clear that she was not enjoying having to makesure she conformed to all restrictions her gender put on dress and lifestyle.The emails where she expressed her annoyance.