I left a call at the office for 5:30AM but I also set my clock for 5AM.I awoke with the clock's buzzing sound in my ear. It was probably a good thing ...I didn't sleep with my weapon under the pillow.Instead of heading to the shower, I put on the fleece running suit, the light weight parka and my ski mask and headed off to run for a half hour. I didn't bother to explain to the night manager that I was running. She already knew that if I didn't answer after five rings to give up then call back a. In fact, I was doing both: I was engrossed in this base, animalistic action and deriving incredible erotic pleasure from being where I was, with my face between her buttocks and my tongue giving pleasure and taking her secretions, her unspoken gratitude manifested by the relaxed complicity of her body. I was overwhelmed by the need to kiss her, so I clambered up and pulled her onto her back.“Jo, you’re a beautiful girl,” I said after a blissful coming together and writhing of our lips and. We were both somewhat hesitant, but after a long session of foreplay, slowly getting used to each other again, the pas-sion rapidly begins building. I caress each part of her body, kissing, licking, sucking – lingering on her throat, nipples (a long time there), small of the back, inside of the thighs, and cant. She tastes wonderful and comes a couple of times as I lick her cunt and tease her clit with my tongue and lips. I then mount her (missionary position) and slowly start moving in and. On top of all of the physical discomfort, she hadspent the last week or better in a haze of anxiety as well. It wasn'tover anything specific, but it did come into sharp focus for brief timesover one point or another. It depended on what held her attention at themoment.Mostly it was the rapid approach of her due date. Every moment of thelast two days she had been living in a state of suspension that she justwanted to be over. She was so tired of being pregnant and she was soscared of what she.