Subject: 
        "My Preggiful Days" Part 1b
  Date: 
        Thu, 27 Mar 1997 21:23:41 -0500 (EST)
  From: 
        Jackie <an338903@cris.com>
    To: 
        Will Bow <wbow@crl.com>


This fictional story contains graphic descriptions of  *all* types of vanilla
and kinky sexual acts between a *very* pregnant female and a non-related
male or female. If you:

     a) Are under 18 years old
     b) Are offended by any graphic actions
     c) Feel these are against your Community Standards
     d) Feel that a pregnant woman should stay home in a rocking chair,
          looking motherly

Please STOP reading and IMMEDIATELY LEAVE and CLOSE this 
file !!!!!

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                My Preggiful Days

             Part 1b of 4 (version 1.0)

              (Copyright 1996, 1997)

           by Jackie (an338903@cris.com)

Those fingers squeezed along its total length through those damp briefs,
feeling it twist and jump, spewing out more and more hot sticky goo. They
found the current hot puddle, gently tickling the flared edges of its
bubbling piss-slit through that almost-transparent tightly-stretched white
cotton.

Gary wiggled his hips and "sighed" deeply as I finally freed his semi-hard
cut cock, letting it hang drooping from the fly. I have always found the
spectacle of a semi-hard cock hanging out the fly of white cotton briefs to
be highly erotic. His was even more so, because of his fleshy tube's dark
tan color, contrasting so vividly with the white of those briefs.

It was only 4 to 5 inches long, but appeared much larger because of his
slim hips and waist. That wiggling tube looked sooo beautiful, like it
belonged on a Greek sculpture. Its heart-shaped bloated purple helmet
over-hung the stalk hugely, by about ½ inch all the way around. I could
envision my warm wet lips gently pulling and pushing on that wide
overhang, making a loud "popping" sound, as that purple crown slid in
and out of my hot wet mouth.

I enjoyed watching it wriggle and twist, bloating and engorging further,
begging for *any* attention while Gary continued to vigorously suckle on
my heaving bloated breasts. Periodically, it firmly rubbed against my
smooth bare leg, leaving a warm wet gooey spot to mark its visit. These
visits became more and more frequent as Gary's passion rose higher and
higher. At one point, I thought Gary was humping my leg like a dog,
trying harder and harder to get off.

Finally, I wrapped my hot hand completely around it and began slowly
stroking it full bloated length. I watched the little bubbles of hot gooey
pre-cum get pumped out of its flaring piss-slit, now fully coating its large
purple head. That plump beckoning head sparkled and glistened as it
swayed in the bright sunlight. My hand began smearing that hot ooze up
and down that rock-solid stalk with each stroke, fully lubricating its entire
engorged length. 

With only three or four rough strokes, his fleshy pole became a super-hard
spike, veins bulging from its solid pink shaft. It still was only slightly
more than five inches long, but jutted out horizontally sooo proud and
stately. Oozing gallons of pre-cum, my small hand now "squished" as it
stroked back and forth along that rock-solid rod, taking on a white sheen. 

Most of Gary's "sighs" and "moans" were muffled by all my creamy tit-
flesh stuffed tightly in his mouth ~~ there still was more than three-
quarters left hanging lonely outside. Those "moans" became more and
more intense, and his suckling became more and more animated, as Gary
got closer and closer to cummin. My hand could now feel his stiff pole
begin throbbing, almost ready to explode.

Suddenly, Gary stopped suckling and reached over to begin pulling down
my wet bulging shorts. My hand stopped his hands, then looking in his
eyes, I pleaded, "Please, the first squirts go on my breasts."

Grinning widely, he gingerly helped me down, then sat me on the attached
bench of the picnic table, at a much better height for what was to come.
Gary quickly began a frenzied stroking of his hot bubbling rod, rubbing
that slick purple head in wet circles against my heaving breast-flesh,
sometimes tweaking a fat erect nipple. 

I could clearly hear his breathing become more ragged as that purple
mushroom expanded, pumping out more and more precum with each
vigorous stroke. The loud "squishing" sound as his pumping hand moved
up and down that pre-cum covered rod became the "music" that intensely
fueled my growing excitement. 

Every once in a while, I would lean down and lick that bubbling purple
crown with my hot rough tongue. I could feel his weaving body quiver,
while still attempting to hold my baby-doll top up out of the way with my
other hand. (I was afraid to take it off in case we were surprised by a zoo
employee.)

Twice, I slipped that whole glistening bulbous head in my hot greedy
mouth, making "slurping" sounds as I tickled that flaring piss-slit with the
tip of my pink tongue. Every time, Gary's "grunts" would quickly switch
to low prolonged "moans." Then, I would twist and snake that stiff wanton
tongue under that wide purple overhang, teasing that silky sensitive flesh,
making those "moans" even louder.

As Gary got very, very close, my free hand reached into his tight jeans and
caressed his large balls through those moist cotton briefs. My finger tips
could feel the heat radiating from those bloated spheres, wanting ever soo
badly to release their hot baby-making juice. I could distinctly feel them
pulse and jump as I rotated and jiggled those large eggs in their sweaty
silken pouch.

Soon Gary yelled, "I'm allllmmmmmost theeeerrrre," and intensified his
frantic stroking. With one hand, I hoisted my baby-doll top even higher,
while the other now roughly squeezed those bouncing nuts.

"Common Babe," I breathlessly whispered to Gary, "Squirt your hot wet
baby-making juice all over my ballooning breasts and beachball belly."

With a loud "Aaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhh," Gary arched his back and began
thrashing and jerking, spewing his hot milky seed all over my hugely
ballooned breasts and bloated pregnant belly. My eyes watched those
white ropy jets of thick cum erupt out, like long strands of that  silly-
string," then land with a "plop" on my heaving breasts or bloated belly. 

Globs were everywhere as that purple cannon shot wad after wad toward
its huge bloated targets. Gary mustn't have jerked-off in weeks, cause
there was at least a gallon of gooey milky blobs of hot jism by the time he
finally finished. My bloated pink belly had taken the most direct hits, now
looking like a huge polka-dotted pink beachball, wobbling with my
"gasps."

The finale produced a perfect picture. Gary standing there holding his slick
expended cock with the last long ropy strand hanging from its still-bloated
purple tip over to one of my glossy reddish-brown erect nipples. I just had
to wrap that last strand around my finger, slipping it between my red
parted lips. "Mmmmmm. You taste sooo good," I slowly whispered up to
Gary.

My palms slowly rubbed all that rich creamy hot baby-making juice into
my bloated belly (seemed appropriate) and bulging breasts, making me
tingle even more. I had heard that it was great to keep my skin moist and
supple.

Dropping my baby-doll top down over my shiny wet breasts and belly, I
pulled Gary closer. Spreading my legs further, I pressed his warm shaking
hand on my wet crotch. "Is this what you wanted before ?" I asked with a
devilish gleam in my eyes.

I moved that naughty hand up and down, letting him feel my puffy lips
and deep crevice through my soaking shorts. "Ooooooo, that feels sooo
good," I hotly purred.

Wrapping my hand around his wilted staff, I gently tugged and pulled,
feeling it throb and jerk, slowly coming back to life. "Gary, feel how hard
my fat clitty is for *you*," I whispered, feeling that spear get even harder
just from the sound of my words. In a few minutes, "He'd be ready for the
second course," I thought, "drilling deep inside my oozing yearning love-
tunnel."

Gary had just begun vigorously rubbing my pussy through my denim
shorts, letting a firm finger trace my puffy pussy lips, when a rustling
sound forced us to abruptly stop. An older couple had come to picnic no
more than fifteen feet away, on the other side of some tall bushes. 

Luckily, they hadn't seen us yet. If they'd taken the path to our site five
minutes later, they'd seen a only partly naked, but very animated rendering
of "the birds and the bees." 

That close-call completely freaked me out, snapping me back to reality.
"After all," I thought, "I was a mother-to-be !" 

Frustrated and still very turned-on, I hotly whispered to Gary, "Take me
home," so we could more privately finish, while I wetly nibbled on his ear. 

I added with intensity, "I *really* want to feel your wonderful stiff rod
deep inside my hot wet pussy, that fat purple head poking right against my
womb." 

Hesitantly, and a little embarrassed, Gary confessed that he was meeting
his mother and younger sister at the entrance to the zoo in forty-five
minutes ~~ he had driven them here. They were off looking at "other"
exhibits.  

"Wow," I immediately thought, "neither *he* nor his fat dripping cock
looked *that young* !!" 

Too scared to "fool around" anymore out in the open, we pulled our
clothing together, parting with a warm sexy french kiss that tingled right
down to my toes. Even though I was still *very* frustrated, at least my
breasts and belly had gotten a hot creamy massage, and *he* had gotten
satisfied. In hindsight, our parting actually worked out for the best.

                     * * * * *

Later that afternoon, as I was standing in front of the monkey cage, a
young Spanish couple came up wheeling a very young baby. They were
smiling and holding hands as they walked, seeming very much in love. I
guessed that the girl was around sixteen and the guy, maybe, eighteen
years old. 

The girl was about 5' tall with long silky nipple-length black hair,
streaming down her back and pulled away from her face by a single large
golden barrette in the back. She had a perfect pair of full sensuous lips and
intense brown eyes. The only makeup she was wearing was glossy red
lipstick. 

"Funny," I thought, " how pulling her hair so far back made her look so
much younger, while that glossy red lipstick made her look years older.
Quite a contrast and combination!"

She was wearing a white "Spanish dancer-style" blouse with buttons down
the front. Even with three rows of frills across her bust, very much hiding
her breasts, the large gaps between those poor straining buttons implied
that her breasts were *very* engorged. With a baby so young, I suspected
that she was breast-feeding and the frills were to hide her long fat rubbery
nipples that would always be poking out. Even if she wasn't breast-feeding, 
her body sure made a very sweet tantalizing silhouette in the bright sunlight.

The white blouse completely covered her shoulders with the sleeves
ending just above her elbows, but its bottom stopped about three inches
above her waist with a belt-like tie. She had on a pair of white slacks and
white sneakers. Overall, she looked very cute.

Since I was pregnant, what struck me most about her was the firm bare
flesh of her midriff. For a girl that had given birth only a few months
earlier, her tummy looked rock solid and smooth, showing no hint of any
excess fat from the ordeal of her pregnancy. Oh, how I wished I would
look that good 5 months, or even a year, after giving birth.

They were talking in Spanish while trying to read the detailed descriptions
on the cages. It appeared that they didn't understand some of the more
technical English words since they looked very confused, debating back
and forth amongst themselves. Since I had four years of Spanish in high
school, I tried to help by translating some of the problematic words and
phrases. Both were very appreciative, and I learned their names were
Hector and Maria. We wandered around the zoo together most of the
afternoon.

Maria was even nice enough to accompany me every time I had to use the
bathroom, which was a lot. My bloated body just fit sideways into those
narrow stalls, having to *back* in like an 18-wheeler positioning to
unload. That tight space left hardly enough room to wriggle down my
maternity jeans and pup-tent panties.

One time, even Maria yelled with concern, "Jackie, are you OK in there ? I
hear all these banging sounds." It must have sounded like a bongo concert
as my elbows kept hitting those metal walls.

A little breathless, I replied, "I'm OK Maria, but it is *very* tight in here.
I keep hitting the walls." 

All that huffing and puffing was truly worth it though, the shuttering
sensations from all that hot golden liquid sputtering and gushing from my
wet heated pussy was second only to orgasmic bliss. That erupting
waterfall seemed to splash everywhere ~~ in the bowl, on the seat, and on
my thighs. I could even feel hot droplets buffeting my sprouting pink
clitty, making it twist and jerk a little, then hanging from those fiery-red
curls. Reluctantly, that golden deluge subsided into a steady pee, then only
an occasional drip, and finally ceased altogether.

Each wipe of my hot wet pussy with that rough toilet paper was truly a
struggle, but sent electrifying tingles throughout my body as my
blossoming pink bud also got roughly rubbed. With that beachball bloated
out all over the place, I needed much longer arms. It really didn't matter
though, that hot pouting pussy was sooo soggy from my constant
excitement that it would only have stayed dry less than a minute anyway.

Finally, I just sagged there for a minute or two regaining some energy. I
never would have thought that simply going to the bathroom would have
been so "draining," in both senses of the word.

(I had often wondered if that bouncing baby ever peed while still in my
gigantic womb. The answer is "yes." S/he pees directly into the amniotic
fluid. Before you even ask the question, "No, you guys/gals into  water
sports' *cannot* follow me around with a 55-gallon drum waiting for my
 water' to break so you can test out the  flavor' of that fluid.")

With a lot of tugging and much more huffing and puffing, I finally got my
panties pulled all the way up, but try as I might, this time I couldn't get
those maternity pants above my knees.

"Maria, would you please come here and help me," I called as I waddled
from the stall with those blue denim pants in a puddle around my feet.

Maria quickly came over. Her cheeks blossomed pink when she had to
squat down, staring for a minute directly at my pouting pussy. I am sure
she could vividly see the dark wet vertical line along that indention of my
tight red panties, a mixture of my leftover pee and oozing womanly juices.
Her eyes momentarily focused on that poking bump, still slightly
wiggling, caused by my very excited clitty. As she wrinkled her pert nose,
sniffing, she could also smell the musky female aroma of my increasing
arousal.

Glancing down at her, I noted that Maria's white blouse was now
unbuttoned two buttons lower. It bulged out at the top like she had been
reaching in adjusting her bra, or maybe, with her nipples poking out so
obviously hard, rubbing those fat firm bullets. This position gave me a
perfect view of her panting tan engorged breasts, almost spilling out of her
much-to-small stretch bra. "Now, if I had only brought some cookies,"
was the naughty thought repeating over and over in my mind.

Once, when she looked up, she caught me peeking down her blouse at
those panting twin mounds and just smiled sweetly, or maybe it was
devilishly, with a twinkle in her eye. Then she looked over at my bloated
beachball belly, towering over her like this huge wobbling globe. That
cute smile became a little fearful. Maybe, she was afraid that giant sphere
would topple over and crush her like an ant.

After a few minutes of hard work ~~ it *is* hard work pulling up
somebody else's pants when they have a body as bloated as mine, she
finally succeeded. I *really* enjoyed her warm hands sliding over my
smooth legs and creamy thighs, then tugging those jeans up over my hips. 

Her warm soft hands sent constant tingles throughout my body and I'm
sure she could feel me shiver. From that Cheshire cat grin on her face, it
looked like she had enjoyed *herself* also.

What I liked best though, was when she smoothed that elastic front panel
over my beachball belly, then made sure it was not binding across my
crotch. My inflamed pouting pussy felt *every* one of her fingers as they
rubbed and smoothed, then rubbed and smoothed some more, that elastic
panel across my puffy yearning mound. My whole excited body so wanted
her to pull it *down*, not up, but I had to remain disinterested.

Maria finally stood up saying, "There, all done." Her cheeks were now
beet-red, and those frills on her blouse were dynamically moving up and
down from her greatly increased breathing, showing an even more
majestic expanse of beautiful tan flesh. 

I replied a cheerful, "Thanks," as I began valiantly pulling down my
straining baby-doll top over that wobbling bloated beachball. 

As if in a trance, Maria kept staring wide-eyed at my bloated wobbling
belly. Very shyly, she then remarked, "Jackie, I am really surprised at how
huge you are. I was never that big when I was pregnant, even at *nine*
months. Are you carrying triplets ?"

No longer embarrassed by comments like that, I grinned, then pushed out
my partly covered bulging belly even further. Making sure she was still
watching, I patted it at the same time with both hands ~~ letting it bounce
and wiggle a little, then slowly replied, "No, only two babies, Maria. At
least, that's what the doctor tells me. For some reason, I have swelled
obscenely, like I'm carrying quadruplets, *and* I even have *two* months
left."

Still staring wide-eyed, Maria asked, "Would you mind very much if I felt
your tummy. I have never felt any pregnant tummy other than my own and
*never* one as large as yours."

"Her innocent honesty was refreshing," I thought as I chuckled to myself.
Smiling at Maria, I wriggled my baby-doll top back up fully uncovering
that whopper, letting it intentionally bounce and sway as I did so. (I love
to tease.) I then replied, "Go ahead. You're welcome to touch my tummy
all you want." I wanted to add "and anywhere else" but I didn't want to
frighten Maria off.

Maria hesitantly reached over with one hand, just grazing my bulging pink
belly with only her warm fingertips. Just her tentative touch sent a chill
down my spine, ending right between those hot wet parted lips. She
quickly whispered, "Thank-you," then turned and started to swiftly walk
away as if embarrassed.

"Maria, come back," I called. "It *really* didn't hurt when you touched
it," I added as she began to hesitantly walk back.

As soon as she got close enough, I grabbed her left hand and placed her
soft warm palm and fingers flat against my bulging belly. "See, it doesn't
hurt and your touch *even* feels nice to me. Move your hand around, you
might even be able to feel either baby kick." (A "ploy" if I ever spoke
one.)

Maria now moved that warm tender hand gently around my pink beachball
never loosing touch with it. Soon, she began actively feeling it with her
other hand as well. 

After a minute, her eyes tightly closed and she softly "sighed," starting to
breath more heavily. I could see her nipples harden even further through
her blouse. Now, her thighs were pressed firmly together, tighter than a
vise, each periodically rubbing against the other, as if she was doing a
slow silent jig.

That earlier "searching" for my pendant had certainly started my female
juices flowing, creating an "itch" that had subsided, but *not* been
satisfied. Maria's slow gentle caresses now not only rekindled, but even
further intensified that smoldering fire. I felt my pouting pussy begin to
get wet again.

My bulging swaying body was now feeling sooo good that I whispered to
Maria, "Your soft warm hands feel sooo nice rubbing my bloated belly." 

Unfortunately, that seemed to break the magical spell. Maria suddenly
opened her eyes, then abruptly pulled her hands back with a frightened
look on her face. Maybe she fully realized what she had been doing *and*
feeling. 

A little flushed and now appearing more concerned than frightened, she
stared at the floor and hurriedly said, "We should go now. Hector is
waiting," and quickly walked out of the restroom. After pulling myself
together, I waddled after her, both disappointed *and* aroused. I wasn't
sure if I had misjudged Maria's very sensuous actions or if she was just
very frightened from all the mixed-up feelings surfacing in her tiny body. 

For the next hour, Maria kept glancing at my body out of the corner of her
eye, but would quickly look away whenever I caught her. Once when
Hector wasn't watching, I even caught her deliberately rubbing her right
nipple through her blouse, but it might just have been because she was
breast-feeding and it was obvious both breasts were getting very full.

Soon, the baby began crying. Maria looked at me, matter-of-factly saying,
"It's time for Anita's feeding. I have to go to the restroom to feed her."

Because of what had happened earlier, I decided to wait with Hector. After
a few steps, Maria turned saying, "Jackie, please come. I may need your
help and it wouldn't be proper for Hector to be in the Women's area."

I waddled a little behind Maria up to the Women's restroom not knowing
what to expect. When she turned around in the dim light, it looked like wet
spots had formed on her blouse all around her hard protruding nipples. 

Once we were *both* inside, Maria looked me right in the eye, watching
my expressions, as she quickly unbuttoned her white frilly blouse, untied
it above the waist, then opened it wide, completely exposing her tan
youthful chest. 

Those tan engorged milk-machines bulged out of that much-too-small
white stretch bra. (I found out later that she couldn't afford any nursing
bras like I was wearing.) Its whiteness glowed brightly against her firm tan
body, while the dark brown circles of her puckered areola vividly showed
through that soaked, now almost-transparent fabric, like twin beacons
begging me to come home. I had to suppress a "gasp."

Without the slightest hesitation, Maria now reached up, unhooking the
front clasp of that sheer white bra. The soaked circles of fabric she had
been using as breast pads fell to the floor with a "plop." Proudly jutting
out in front of me were two of the most beautiful youthful breasts I had
ever seen. They looked so . . . . . so ripe and round. Their taut skin was a
natural tan with perfectly-centered dark blackish-brown areola about the
size of quarters and hard stubby nipples. I was completely speechless.

Even though she had been pregnant, given birth, and was now breast-
feeding, there was absolutely *no* droop what-so-ever in her taut half-
moon breasts. It was like somebody had glued perfectly curved half-
grapefruits onto her chest. "Ah, youth," I thought. Now it was *my* turn
to be envious of another woman.

The mini-droplets of warm sweet mother's milk immediately began
forming at those dozen duct-ends, yearning to be suckled away. A couple
impatient ones even merged together, forming a large white drop, then
dripped on the floor in front of me. Looking down, I almost cried at that
wasted motherly goodness. I'm sure Maria could see the unbridled lust in
my eyes, but she continued on, not speaking a word.

Maria lifted Anita towards her left breast, tickling her mouth with that
long fat dripping nipple. That hungry babe didn't need much coaxing, she
immediately opened her cute mouth wide, latched on, and started feeding. 

I wanted sooo much to be Anita, but silently stood there just watching and
rubbing my bulging belly while I could hear that lucky babe suckling more
and more of her mother's sweet warm milk. My nipples hardened into
long fat spikes, my moist pouting pussy tingled, drooled some more, then
began to ache.

After a minute or two, Maria closed both eyes, then slowly rolled her head
from side to side, letting Anita greedily suckle away. Absent-mindedly,
she lowered her other hand to her crotch, spread her legs wider, then began
gently rubbing her "womanhood" through her tight slacks.

"I hope I would enjoy breast-feeding my baby as much," I thought while
watching her through glazed eyes. I had begun lightly stroking my bulging
belly, sometimes even toying with my fat belly-button stem. 

A small wet spot appeared on her slacks where her hand was so firmly
rubbing. I could even hear Maria quietly sigh through slightly parted moist
lips. It was obvious that breast-feeding Anita was really turning Maria on,
as it surely was me.

Abruptly, Anita stopped feeding, deciding instead to go to sleep. Maria
opened her eyes and looked at me watching her. She saw my hand
caressing my beachball under my baby-doll top. 

Suddenly, she realized where her own hand had been rubbing, turning beet
red. Now with her eyes looking down, she whispered haltingly, "I'm sorry,
Jackie. I forgot where I was. Sometimes I get very strong sensations down
between my legs when I'm breast-feeding Anita ~~ like when Hector and I
are, you know, fooling around."

"That's nothing to be ashamed of," I told Maria, "I've heard that breast-
feeding can feel very sensuous to many women." Then, sticking out my
beachball and again gently caressing it, I added, "I hope that breast-
feeding my babies feels as sensuous to me as it seems to be for you." A
wide smile of relief spread across Maria's face and again her glazed eyes
stared at my bulging belly.

She moved Anita to her other engorged and now dripping breast, but that
sleeping baby wasn't interested. Maria tried putting the erect puckered
nipple in Anita's mouth, but she just yawned and went back to sleep. She
even tried squirting a little into Anita's mouth, trying to entice that her to
return, but no luck, Anita was still no longer interested. Not even tickling
Anita's feet would wake her back up.

With a "sigh," Maria restuffed both half-moons in her bra, rehooking the
clasp. She then looked up at me a little embarrassed saying, "This has been
happening recently, but never away from home. Anita will empty one full
breast, then go to sleep without suckling even once on the other full one."

Her eyes again looked at the floor, then she added in a small frightened
voice, "In a short time, that engorged breast will become very painful for
me. Look how it's already bursting out of my bra. I didn't bring a breast
pump or anything to express the milk."

Maria *really* didn't have to tell me to "look." My eyes had been
watching that firm bloated half-moon bulge more and more out of her bra.
I knew my mind was playing tricks on me, but it seemed to grow fuller
and fuller, getting rounder and rounder, in just the little time I had been
staring at it. By now, there was a very obvious size difference between the
breast that had been suckled and the one almost ready to explode.

Reluctantly, I started to ask, "What about Hector . . . ." but Maria quickly
cut me off with "Hector thinks that milky breasts are only for babies.
*Real* men don't suckle at women's breasts. He would hardly touch
them, except a little with his hands before I was pregnant, *now* he won't
touch them at all."

Now looking directly at me, Maria continued, "I noticed how you looked
at my breasts when I opened my blouse and bra . . . . and still do. Would
you please suck out some milk so it won't be as painful for me later on?"

Maria quickly added, "There's nobody around this part of the zoo to come
in and catch us," as she again unclasped her bra, pulling the cups widely
aside so both breasts were now visible.

I could only continue to stare at Maria's beautiful engorged breasts. Her
left breast was now beginning to drip more constantly, sometimes almost
squirting out. I guessed that her let-down response from Anita's suckling
was in full swing. Much as every cell in my body wanted to lunge over
and begin suckling, another part of me was still hesitant.

Maria added in a pleading voice, "I've *never* told this to anyone else,
*especially* not Hector. When I was twelve, a very close girl friend and I
used to touch each other between our legs and suck on each other's small
budding titties. I enjoyed it very much. We continued almost every day
until she moved away." 

"Since then, I have never been close enough with another girl to try again .
. . . until now. For some strange reason, I feel sooo comfortable with you
~~ like we have known each other forever. I saw how you looked at my
breasts, just like my girl friend did. Those looks excited my . . . . my
hunger again. I *know* you want to suck on them, badly, *and* it would
help me out sooo much."

Finally, Maria pleaded, "Pleeeeeezzzzzzeeeee. I need the pressure released
soooo badly."

Her last plea evaporated any remaining fears or concerns I had. Smiling at
Maria I told her, "Ok. I will, but what do we do about Anita."

Maria beamed, then replied, "Wait here. I'll give her to Hector to watch.
I'll simply tell him that you're having a  female' problem and I'll be back
in a few minutes. Hector *won't* ask any questions. Those are problems
he doesn't want to know *anything* about."

I smiled as Maria quickly pulled herself together and left with Anita.
Then, I chuckled to myself, "She seems to know Hector a lot better than I
would have guessed. I think they'll have a pretty good marriage."

[End of Part 1b]