Warren just smiled at her, and dropped his hand. He brought it up under her shirt, and stopped at her stomach, running his hand across it."You're not ...showing yet, Pookie, but I sure as heck can feel something going on here," Warren said."Yeah, it's a little bigger. Definitely harder and firmer." Sophia swallowed hard and looked at Warren. "Warren, honey, when I get all big and fat and stuff, will you... I mean..." Still want you?" Warren laughed. "Here's a secret for you--lots of guys find. Phir unhono ne mere bra bhi utaer di aur mere pink colouer ki nipel ko maslne lage me boli maa choro na kuch hota hai maa boli kya hota hai me boli pata nahi per kuch hota hai phir maa boli ki tu kahti hai na ki mere boob bhi bahut soft hai to dekh le kitne soft hai mene maa ke blouse ke uper se hi boob maslne lagi maa boli ase kaise pata lage ga ki mere boob kitne soft hai to me boli ki kya karu maa boli mera balouse utaer de mene jaise hi ma ka balouse utara to maa ki 46size ke boobs nange ho. ‘Real women have them off to fuck,’ I whispered, and eagerly she help me remove them, assisting my old mate to get that extra half inch he occasionally gets when things are looking good. With dribbles of cum drying on her face, Kayte bared her teeth saying that my clothes were coming off. Who was I to argue? So I assisted her. She didn’t say a word but I knew by the way she stroked my arms, shoulders and six-pack belly that she was impressed. Then when the old mate popped out she slumped almost. With quick skilful gestures, I peeled Kara out of her suit jacket and tossed it to one side.I didn't give her a moment to complain or think of the tea slowly cooling in the mugs.I locked my lips to hers and devoured her mouth.My hot tongue found hers and they danced; hers uncertain, mine with total conviction. Her shirt buttons popped open one by one as I undressed her. Finally, I pulled her shirt open in triumph and released her mouth.Her eyes were woozy, her breath heavy, her heart pounded in.