1. The Shoplifter Chapter Three


    Date: 3/11/2017, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    anything in the wash. I walked nude into the bathroom and turned in front of the full length mirror. Regardless of all the tension I had been under, I looked surprisingly radiant. My breasts were definitely larger, and fuller, but they were amazingly attractive. A gentle touch and a quick flashback to this evening brought moisture. My tummy was actually cute. Prior to Shoplifting I always thought I was too flat…the athletic type. Now I had an attractive little shape there. Standing there in front of the mirror, my right hand found my sex. My blonde pubic hair had always been quite thin. Gently, my fingers spread my vulva and found my clitoris. I was wet, tender and easily opened. Previously, there was no way I could do this without effort and discomfort. I was a woman now for sure. I was a very attractive pregnant young woman. An intense feeling of satisfaction came over me. I had met the test. The shower felt good. I washed every inch enjoying the feel of the warm water running down my body. After a long shower, I dried with a large towel and carefully dried. Finished in the bathroom, I fixed my pony tail at the dresser, found a clean pair of white panties and tumbled into bed. My last effort was to reach for my phone and leave a message for my mother telling her I was not spending the night with Cybil. I explained that I was really tired and needed a good night’s sleep. And, that is exactly what I got; one night of good, deep, dark, wonderful sleep. No nightmares, no ...
    erotic fantasies, just dark good sleep. The progress I had made with Bobby’s program had very positive effects right away. I was up early the next morning dressed and ready for the world. I felt great. Things were underway and I could see daylight at the end of the tunnel; the end of the terror that had plagued me for weeks. My work for the Wish Foundation was pretty simple. It was an all white group of older ladies that found such reward in helping the poorest of the poor. Our “customers” were almost all black or mixed. For the first time I took notice of how many overweight white women came in with biracial babies. Each time one walked through the door my heart leaped and then settled as I reminded myself that I was not going to be one of them, I was on the program with Doctor Smith. On the other hand, I would also see the little kids. The little half-breeds were always so cute. Each one of them raised the question for me—had I done the right thing? Bobby wanted me to keep it. He would have supported me to keep things going. I would beat these guilty feeling out by thinking about my family, their life style, all the hopes and dreams my parents had for my life, college, marriage, their only grandchildren.... Wednesday night came quite slowly. By the time the two days had passed I was ready for a little reassurance that things were going right. I felt fine. In fact, the little bit of nausea I had been feeling each morning had stopped; that had to be a good sign. Dad was traveling ...
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