It’s very arousing and erotic to me.My obsession with pregnant women happened, when I was staying the summer at a friend’s house. His mother recen...tly had a baby and started breastfeeding. Several times, I watched her breastfeed and found the whole process beautiful. She mentioned that her husband wasn’t liking all the weight she had gained and stopped having sex with her.I found her to be a knockout and one thing led to another and we started having sex. The best part was she let me drink her. Slowly, she started to chat with me and day by day, we got closer.One day I sent a double-meaning message to her. Even though she knew the meaning, she asked me to explain the message. She started to ask sex-related questions and I answered a few questions.One day I asked her to kiss me. She sent a kiss sticker. I gained a bit of confidence and asked if I wanted it in real life, not on the mobile. She refused in the beginning but I cried like a small boy and convinced her to kiss me. She asked. She later stated that she could not have been any more conscious of his climax, no matter if his prick had been in her mouth, her cunt or her asshole. Her body rocked with new power when she felt the lad's swollen cock surrender the load of steaming sperm and she began trembling even harder as her own climax gained in strength and violence.She bore down with all her might, pressing his cock even harder into his belly and her pussy. She twisted about, making her slit move over the gushing rod in. I checked the boat ramp while I was out. I found that all the evidence tape had by strung and then picked up. It was as if the car hadn't been there at all. I didn't really care all that much. It was a job, I loved it but it was still a job."Hello," I said into the cell phone."Hello Sylvia, how about you meet me for breakfast. I can't sleep so I thought we might get together," the much older Simpson asked."Ordinarily I would say sure, but I think it would be a bad idea since we work in the same.