I have one rule. Nipples point Forwards. If they don't, I walk away. I don't care if she's a teenager. I don't care if she's a mother or an older lady... I don't care if she's carrying too many pounds; if the bra comes off and the nips point down, I'm backing out of the driveway.Her tits did drop. They were what you would call big saggy udders. Her big pink nipples however, pointed forward from those lovely big white milk sacks, with the imprint from the bra stitching still clearly visible. Rob. Jonathan tips is head, his lips brushing her ear as he says, “I’ll like you no matter how you turn out. Besides, there isn’t anything sexier than a pregnant woman ready to pop.”“So that’s why your eyes always drift to the pregnant women.”“What? No ... I mean.”She spins around and slaps his chest playfully. “I’m kidding. I don’t mind you looking or even touching, you know that, because...”“ ... I’ll always come home to you,” he finishes for her.“Right.”“I know I’d like nothing more than fuck you. Once she was sure he was beginning to enjoy the combined sensation of being wanked while having a cock in his arse, she began to rock back and forth slightly. Not much at first, in fact barely moving, but slightly more pressure with each inward movement. Next, she thought, next time, and she was certain there was going to be a next time, she could **** him.The pain had decreased to a hot stinging sensation, which combined with the wave of pleasure coming from his cock, turning into a quite. He touched both thighs momentarily before he reached her lower lips. He rubbed the outer ones together before parting them. He stroked the inner ones once before parting those. His finger entered her far enough to feel her hymen. It was intact, as he had expected. She would truly be his. As he removed his finger, he passed it over her little nubbin. She gasped.“My lord!”“Charles. I want to hear you call me Charles.”“Charles.” She could not think what to say to him after that. He didn’t wait for.