Her body was magnificent, inside and out. She had the tightest pussy I'd ever felt, and she was even more beautiful when nude. And she was completely ...at ease when showing me her body, in contrast with her sometimes shaky self-confidence with her clothes on.She was really into role playing fantasies in bed. She would often take on a persona or situation, and it was my pleasurable job to decipher who she was or where we were. The scenarios usually included her being either forced or seduced into. It is obvious that it has it's roots deep in some experience that is now long forgotten, but the sight of a beautiful pregnant woman gave me a quick erection that would not subside until after I jerked off. The first pregnant woman I ever fucked was named Carla and she worked as a cashier at a department store where I did stock. The sight of that enormous swollen belly made my head spin and sent me scurrying into the men's room more times than I care to remember. Carla was tall and slender. "+ + + "AEEE!! What is that thing?!!" `Pugsley' cried, pressing, by reflex, `her' fat ugly body up against a bony and cold Wednesday. "That is Thing. He is our handyman." "He, he's hardly a Man!!" "True. But since he's also not a opossum, a giant rat, or a slime toad, we decided it would be less confusing to refer to him as a "man". "Thing, this is Pugsley." "That's not my name!!" "Oh? You would rather I introduce you to all your friends as Gwendolynne?" "No!! I don't want *anybody *to know. In fact I was getting a bit of a stiff just looking at them all. Not wanting them to think I was a randy goat, I sat down opposite and waited for the expected barrage of questions.Yes there were the usual ones …experience, can I do minor electrical plumbing etc.etc. Then Mrs Hopwith, leaning back and slowing crossing her legs without to much haste and discretion said: “Mr Young, you seem ideal from a practical point of view, but are you discreet? I ask because as you as you will appreciate.