"I have to make sure my body is ready." she whispered while frantically flipping through her new book. "Okay, caffeine is out. No more morning coffee...." She scanned through a few more pages. "Folic acid? Fine, I'll guzzle orange juice every damn day." She read farther. "Prenatal vitamins? Nothing's too good for our baby! I'll go back and get those later."Betty settled into her new routine and began peeing on a test strip every morning when she reached the proper part of her cycle. She ate far. Closing my eyes I nibbled a tiny morsel from the bar, letting a single rolled oat move around inside my mouth for a long time. I was quarter of the way through the bar when Miles plonked himself on the ground beside me. “It is oddly nice out here, don’t you agree Bess?” He munched almost happily on his bar. “If you like green stuff and rotting stuff,” I answered grimacing. “Relax dear. Think of this as a tramp through the bush back home.” Unbidden memories of home ran through my mind. The kids. I lean forward and kiss her, she is kissing me back hungrily, moaning and growling into my mouth. I slide one hand back along your arm until my hand is resting on hers, our fingers entwined, while my other hand slides my pants down and my feet kick them off. I'm sure she figures out how turned on I am as she feels me guide myself into her from behind, my hard shaft stretching her apart and filling her up. That hand then slides around her belly and holds her tight as I start to thrust in and out. I don’t think Mrs Lane had been given this kind of treatment in a very long time and I got the impression she was enjoying every moment as her dripping pussy would testify, I lifted her legs up high to expose her dark tunnel entrance and Mrs Lane had a quizzical look on her face and as I ran my tongue down it soon became apparent that she had never been touched down there before, “OMG NO!! What are you doing Frank?” she gasped as my tongue flicked the hairs around her dirt box and poked and.