I was about four weeks pregnant. My estimated due date was eight months away.Then things started happening fast. The morning sickness was the first ch...ange to hit me. Going to work was becoming less fun every day. As the days and weeks wore on, it seemed like a new issue hit me almost daily. I knew that wasn’t true, but sometimes it sure seemed like it. Through it all I never lost my sex drive, or at least I never fully lost it. The doc told me I could do whatever was comfortable, so I did. Greg. She was here last night, and she, uh, went all dominatrix on me. Smothering, snowballing, pegging, even a golden shower." Oooo, kinky. She wasn't even interested in fucking when I stopped by. Did you enjoy yourself?" I, uh, well," Matt stammered with embarrassment as the question prompted his cock to suddenly grow hard. "That's not my point. We didn't talk about it, she didn't ask me, she just caught me off guard and did it." You're right, that's not like her at all. How can I help?" We have to. After placing a few in the fridge, Killian opened two beers and brought them over to couch, gave one to Angie and sat next to her.“Cheers”“Cheers”“So, how's the MA course going?” asked Angie.“Fine. Ah, y'know, no time for anything, stress, half of my research was a waste of time... I don't want to talk about it really. I want to get away from that right now. How's your new life in management? Carl must be happy you've got a steady job...”“Christ, Killian, when was the last time time we talked?. ” “Come here, naughty girl,” Mark said. “Sit on Santa's lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.” Andrea flashed a sultry smile and wiggled onto Mark’s lap, feeling the bulge growing in his pants. It didn’t take much to get Mark excited. Biting her lower lip, Andrea murmured, “Let’s see, I have few things on my list. Don't know if I’ve been nice enough to deserve them.” Mark wrapped his arm around her slender body and kissed her neck. “Tell me, naughty girl,” he whispered. “What do you want.