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Livia’s reply came thru with a nude image of herself heavily pregnant, her skin a delicious caramel, burnt sienna hair dripping over her swollen breasts, stray wisps of gold kissing her gilded neck, crooked grin, jagged teeth, enormous bulging belly, fat bum, at 04:06GMT, rousing tired Helen:‘Sweet lover,Sounds like you suffered a stroke, heart failure maybe? Were you cold, Helen? Did you dress up well? Now, this is nurse speaking. Go see the doctor, today. Your life depends on it, sweetest. Stay safe for me, baby. I’m well, off to the beach as usual, top up my golden tan for you before I dilate to ten centimetres! My cervix dilated to seven already? Imagine how I’ll look nude on the beach today! I’ll get Tom to take another happy of me, send it ya! Love ya, girl,’LiviaxoxoxHelen got off the bed, put the kettle on, made a mug of tea, ate six chocolate Malatya Escort hobnobs, then felt better. The notion that Livia, a stunning American model, needed her to live for her at all lifted her spirits. She stared at her euphoric face beaming back at her through the dark window. She washed the mug, turned up the heating, climbed onto the bed, fell asleep, and dreamed of Livia lying naked, ten centimetres dilated, as Tom coarsely fucked her fat arse on the beach in sunny Florida.*****Helen left her dibber inside the soil. Easily done on cold, wet, drab days. He was always leaving his tools, forgetting to take them home after hammering frames for mother-in-law. Nearly done this morning: three timber frames built, and three more to build tomorrow. He got up, stowed the claw hammer in its bright metallic blue toolbox and strolled Malatya Escort Bayan over to the adjacent allotment. Helen’s dibber had a thin coating of what felt like thinnish glue on it. He nearly missed it: the liquor was so thin to his feel, transparent, odourless. He took the dibber, put it out on show on top of Helen’s manure compound where she could easily see it, and thought aloud.‘Not a bad sort really, Helen, but acid, glum, gloomy, grumpy, never a kind word to say. Cute tho, demure, petite and very, very, sexy, far more sexually imaginative than Sara.’ He checked his watch: noon. ‘Sara’ll have lunch ready for me on the table when I get home: fresh lentil soup, dark sourdough, fat spread, chicken salad, satsuma, yoghurt, raisins, mint tea then it’s off to bed to fuck her and make her baby. Can’t wait!’Aroused, Escort Malatya he pictured Sara lying on the bed in her finest sheer black lingerie, lacy bra, soft panties: perfect attire, for sex, slowly peeling it off. The incredible notion of her writhing naked on all fours while he fucked her without a condom on their new king-sized bed gave him heart.Finished for the day, he strolled as far as his bronze ecoboost waiting in the covered tarmac car park, climbed inside, sank into the driver’s seat, shut his eyes and dreamed of last night. Helen: squatting on his face, muffling him as he reached for her, tugging at her fluffy, flouncy, cayenne hair, smudging her cherry flesh lipstick with his thumb, smearing it over her puffy nipples, her teatlets, the soft, doughy squash of her pert breasts. She’d teased him, stretching out on the bed, slowly peeling down her lilac cotton pants for him, stretching him to their limit, her limit. Hard, fit to burst, unable to get the vanilla smell, her intimate odour, the pungent aroma of her, out of his moist nostrils, he pulled his jeans and soiled pants, as far as his knees, and masturbated.