*Jim*
Do I feel bad about telling Amelia to shut up? Nope, not one bit. I don’t think she cares, either. I’ve held her thighs firmly in place beside my head and licked every single bit of her p***y. I can’t believe she tried to stop me because of a bit of hair.
I ordered a book about pregnancy the day I first felt her bump. I wish I’d known sooner, but I understand what she was trying to do. I’m here now, though, soaking in every bit of watching her body change as it grows our son.
I’m learning so much about exactly what is happening to her. I hadn’t realized what a woman’s body goes through, but I respect her even more now that I do. I’m sure today wasn’t the first time a woman has cried in a fitting room, but I also am certain it wasn’t the first time Amelia has. My sweet, go
