“You’re not driving that car.” It was later that night and it was time for bed. She was walking around the bed rubbing lotion into her hands, which was part of her nightly routine. Her hair was now down to her ass, some sort of side affect of the pregnancy, but I loved it.
Gave me more length to work with when I’m hitting her p***y from behind. Her breasts are also another favorite of mine these days, like they needed any help. Now they’re fuller and filled with milk, which I’m not ashamed to say I partake of on occasion. In fact I’m about to enjoy some just as soon as I get the coming argument out of the way.
“Why can’t I drive the car?”
“First because it’s my baby, and second because it’s a classic and I’m not sure what the laws are on that particular car being driven.”
She lifted h
