His chest and arms were muscular, large in proportion to the rest of his body.His chest and arms were muscular, large in proportion to the rest of his body. I had spent quite a number of years wondering if his big chest and my big tits would doom our daughter to a life of porn movies or nude dancing but, to her immense irritation, it looked like Scarlett was going to be almost flat-chested. Jason saw that as immensely hilarious as of late. I felt a slight flush as I thought of, for some reason, my wedding night. I hadn't been a virgin, not by a long shot; I guess I had been about as far from it as possible, considering that I was pregnant with Scarlett already. Ben and I had been living together for over a year anyway, so when I got knocked up we decided to do the conventional thing, but somehow the whole shenanigan about getting married in a white dress (my sister laughed a good bit over that) and driving away in a limo to the bridal suite in a hotel made everything different that night. I had been joking with Ben about it since we decided to get married ("Well, at least I won't have to worry about having my period on our wedding night, ha ha") but it had all seemed a little bit strange, standing beside a big bed covered with pink satin sheets, a transparent wisp of negligee falling from my shoulders to trail on the floor, with my new husband naked and erect, reaching for me. |