Bacon, eggs, pancakes, and toast or biscuits. preferably with gravy. They had taken the boy out of the country, but they hadn't taken the country out ...of the boy. This was one of the MANY things they both loved about him.His sense of humor was another. He had inherited his father's ribald sense of humor, and had made it into an art-form. He was the only person who could get the better of his father. This had made them more like brothers than Father and Son.The girls sat at the table with the. It didn't matter what sex it was, as long as both mom and baby were healthy. Jack wondered what kind of position they would have to take to accommodate things.Natasha quivered, with anticipation, while her mind imagined what she would look like as the pregnancy advanced. She hoped that her breasts didn't become too sensitive that Jack couldn't play with them. She then chuckled, seeing herself with a large abdomen, walking funny, needing help to get in and out of a chair, or off the bed. Natasha. . and that's where this story started. It's best to start with something exciting, don't you think?Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Carly's perfume and probably also her pheromones had permeated my tipsy brain and I realized that she probably wouldn't be comfortable sleeping in her clothes. I know I wouldn't, and she had the additional discomfort of a bra! We had a trade show to attend in the morning, and she needed a good night's sleep.Pulling back the covers, I surveyed the unconscious woman. She. She had long blonde hair that flowed down her body. Topped by the bluest eyes I have ever stared into. She had amazing looking tits which always seemed about to burst from her blouse, and the faintest southern draw. Being she was in the sales department and her paycheck depended on making the sales she would always dress to impress. Most days her dress code consisted of 3” or 4” heels a mid-thigh skirt and a blouse that just covered her tits. Usually she had some kind of hose on, but every now.