"Just get your dressy thingshere," Margo advised. "We can get the everyday stuff cheaper else-where." We walked out of the store loaded, and walked up... 34th Street toget some of that "everyday stuff" to add to our load.Our last stop was a wig shop on 5th Avenue near 35th Street. Margoseemed to know the owner, and introduced me to him. "Bobbi, this isIra," she said. "Be very nice to him. All the girls like us get wigshere." Ira was about 55 years old, smelled of old cigars, and was rudeenough to. He loved the feel and texture of the beige satin bra and panty set and how both garments molded perfectly against Janie’s skin. His fingers worked their way underneath the cups of the size 36C bra and discovered her hardened and erect nipples. He lightly touched them which brought a moan from Janie’s mouth. These beautiful breasts needed relief from the brassiere, Matt thought. He quickly unhooked the bra and removed it off Janie’s chest and let it fall to the floor. Her firm breasts were free.. It was mesmerizing. While doing that, he held me from my waist and kissed me and I kissed him back. We kept kissing for a long time and when we stop and parted our lips, we could see saliva on our mouths. He then started to kiss me on my neck and started biting softly; it was arousing and turned me on. While he was kissing me, he used his one hand started rubbing between my legs. His rubbing started to get me wet down there and held him more tightly and started kissing him on his chest. He then. I was frustrated with him but just didn't feel wanted by him for the moment. My hormones were increasing with me in the latter stages of pregnancy.My mind then switched to Vik's proposal. I lied awake thinking about it over and over, when I decided I was going to take up his offer. That encounter with Vik had awoken my sexual frustration during this pregnancy and now I knew only Vik could satisfy that.I got up from bed, it was about 1am, took my phone with me and went downstairs to the kitchen.