Marcus
I was obsessed. I watched my wife walk around the baby store from outside as I took a call from one of my men in California. We were having trouble with a shipment, and the supplier wouldn’t talk to anyone but me. But I wasn’t really listening to Misha’s complaining because I was too busy lusting after my wife.
Her belly was big. She wore a belly sling on the outside of her cotton shorts and tank. It was hot. Denver was scorching at the moment in June. Lorena, Rebecca, and Sandy have been complaining about the heat in their seven-month pregnancies, and I felt for them.
So, Lorena wore as little as possible when we were out and about, and seeing her pregnant with my children, nearly undressed, was giving me a raging hard-on. But really, Lorena just being herself gives me one.
