"A pregnancy ticker," Stella explained. "It counts down the days until the baby is due, telling us what's happen with Jellybean. See, this week is "Soon Mommy's breasts will be giving Pamela Anderson's a run for their money. I'm 6 weeks, 1 day old today, only 237 days to go!"
"237 days!. That sounds so far away." Don sighed but when Stella continued, he perked up considerably. "They're gonna be gettin' bigger?" he asked with a sly grin before leaning down looking over her shoulder and into the front of her very low cut blouse, speaking softly. "How you expect me to keep my hands to myself once that happens?" he asked.
Stella nodded. It did seem like a long time, but she knew it would be here before they knew it.
I knew you'd like that," she said, laughing. "You just have to pray they don't get so sensitive that you can't touch them." She liked to tease him about his love of her breasts, but the truth was, she loved his attention. It made her feel beautiful and womanly. When they first started dating she'd been afraid that he might be disappointed with her body. She was, after all, a few years older than Don. But her fears had been unfounded. If he even noticed, he'd never mentioned it.
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"Can you put that counter thing on my computer?"
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I knew you'd like that," she said, laughing. "You just have to pray they don't get so sensitive that you can't touch them." She liked to tease him about his love of her breasts, but the truth was, she loved his attention. It made her feel beautiful and womanly. When they first started dating she'd been afraid that he might be disappointed with her body. She was, after all, a few years older than Don. But her fears had been unfounded. If he even noticed, he'd never mentioned it.
She nodded. "If you want me to."
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