I'm going to lose it because I don't think I can do this!" Tom muttered quietly, his eyes closed tightly.Lynda leaned over her husband and kissed him ...softly as she reached down under the towel draped over his hips to stroke his half-hard shaft until he was firm again. She released him and gestured with her hand for Charles to move Diana closer."No Charles ... I'm sorry ... I can't do this! Please don't make me do this!" Diana whispered hoarsely.He helped her to kneel over top of Tom's body as. But try as she might, she couldn't get the panties to sit comfortably on her well-rounded buttocks, the material in the rear bunching up in her crack whenever she moved.A soft knocking at the door of the dressing stall made her look up. "Gwen honey, are you dressed yet?" her mother asked from outside the door."Just about, Mom," she said, returning to her efforts to twist the uncooperative panties into place. The constant tugging and pulling of the tightly stretched fabric over the lips of her. I could see the taxi driver's eyes looking at us in his mirror and I couldn't blame him one bit. Clare was in her prime, her jutting 'd' breasts almost bursting out of her low cut dress and her nylon encased legs seemed to stretch for ever from under her short skirt. With my arm around her for support we climbed the stairs up to our master bedroom. On the bed was a big box with a silk ribbon around it finishing with a big bow."Oh more pressies," she yelled. "What is it?" Lets get your clothes. At Anna's they looked through catalogues to order baby furnitureand everything Anna recommended for the up-coming event. Annasolidly said the village was going to have a baby! The next day Tommy wore a dress. Mary told him he didn't have towear dresses anymore. He thanked her, then asked why she hadchanged her mind about him wearing dresses. "Well, it is simple. Now, I am married to a successful author andmore importantly he is the father of my baby. I know you will befaithful to me and I.