In my mind that was not a terrible thing. She still had the gorgeous body she had always had and c***dbirth wasn’t going to mess it up. She stands 5... foot 6 inches and weighs 120 lbs. Her dirty blond hair, brown eyes, 36C tits, tiny waist and long slender legs and thighs all add to her very sexual charisma. After three years, the pressure of trying to get her pregnant by performing on time when she was ovulating or her body temperature was at optimum conditions had left us a little less than. My god, it was her! The stripper! Cath... what was her name? Cassandra, that's it. Jesus, she really showed up! Okay, man... deep breath... I opened the door and said the coolest, most clever thing I could come up with:"Hi." Hi!" she smiled, her hand patting my cheek as she sauntered in. Almost three in the morning and she had more bounce in her step than I would the next day at noon. Ah, youth."You look really familiar-" we both froze in mid-sentence, amazed that we'd said the same thing to. Her flush had spread to her fabulous breasts. My hand went farther. I caressed the beautiful swells, using just my fingertips to glide over the silken, full flesh of the undercurves - or what would have been the undercurves. They were already firm; aroused and laying on her back, the stood up like pale hills.Still, when I touched her like that, she sucked even harder and her tongue did amazing and mysterious things. I brushed my fingertips across her hard little belly, then began pushing her. ‘Uso, this is insane!’ Miranda cried out. ‘No, I’m not kidding and after last night, are you sure you want to label this moment as ‘insane’?’ Miranda thought about it and then slid her panties off her body: exposing her small tuft of black curls and beyond that the outer folds of her sex, pulsing with need. Sam swallowed hard, she was starting to squirm too, ‘An-and your shirt too,’ she said, her tongue feeling thick in her mouth. Miranda grabbed the collar of her pink t-shirt and pulled it up.