Her buttocks curves to a cute pussy cleft, wisps of hair peeping from in front. I stared, mesmerised.Claire turned. Looked at me. "Were you looking at... my butt?" she asked.I stood, stepped toward her. "Yes." I said, then pulled her to me and kissed her.I was expecting a slap, or a push away, but she seemed to melt in my arms and our hot breath and wet tongues mingled in the warmth of the kitchen. My hands were running up and down her back, over her buttocks. Squeezing them and kneading them. "There was some shifting around of people before they settled down to listen."We have many lines of clothing now. We still manufacture big girls' clothes. We've done a great job producing some great lounge and night wear. Since a few of us have become pregnant, we now are a major provider of quality fashion maternity wear. As the new plant came on line, we began making some very nice sportswear for adults. This of course led to us creating and making some fashion sportswear for younger buyers.. She knew her son worked at the place for the dead people but she figured he couldn’t get in much trouble there because none of the customers were in a position to complain about his work habits or his sometimes risky nature.Now, her little baby was bringing back this blonde American female with a faraway look in her eye and even afraid to drink just regular water. Besides, her skin tone was even whiter than the normal northern girl’s white like she was raised in a hothouse or under a. But nothing worked. I couldn’t excite you the way that I wanted to. So I did it with Bobby Wilson and got pregnant. I didn’t want Bobby Wilson, I wanted you. And then you and Mom allowed me to keep Lauren and put me through school and here I am in New York, unemployed and wondering where I go from here.”She paused for a second to catch her breath and to gather her thoughts as I rolled onto my side and placed my hand on her tummy and started caressing her soft smooth skin. My touch moved up.