.. blessing. Their normally high sex drive kicked up a notch as they began to show the slightest beginnings of bumps. It was impressive. Fortunately, ...the ladies were very happy to help each other out. It was like seeing the other women showing the signs of pregnancy excited them sexually as well. There was a lot of touching and stroking and caressing and comparing.Ellie got home from grad school, finally, and she was showing the most, such as it was. This was something that we discovered by. The white stockings she wore ended near the top of her thighs. I sighed with desire wishing I could touch the top, right where her skin began and the silky softness of her stockings ended. She lifted her leg and put her foot up on the dash as she twisted in the seat to face me a bit more fully. Her white stockinged foot was a lustful sight in its own right. I long to touch it, massage it, and even to kiss it, lick it as I held it my hand. After looking back to make sure the road was still. "You know who we are, Andrey. We are the authors you stole from, and we are everywhere." Ha! You have nothing on me." Andrey dropped the curtain and crossed his arms."Andrey, who are you talking to in there? Breakfast is ready," his father called through the door."I ain't talking to nobody." Andrey stepped out of the tub and began to dress. When he picked up his foot and attempted to put his boxers on, one of the shapes shoved him in the ass. He fell against the toilet and banged his knee hard. His long tan sinewy arms are folded above his head. I let my eyes follow his body down, down his hairy chest to the happy trail disappearing behind the fabric of his swim shorts. And his body goes on for days. Those thick muscly thighs, down to his tanned crossed feet.I take a large breath and sink to the bottom of the pool. Or is it a bath? I let my mind remain confused. The Greek god I caught staring has turned my mind from reality to pure fantasy. I come back up for air and catch those eyes.