<blockquote><div><cite>ambrose-euanthe wrote:</cite><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha Belweather</span><br/><br/>I took Jules’s proffered hand and twisted myself out of the car, flashing a deal of leg as I did so. I… tottered, slightly, as I stood, accidentally-on-purpose allow my meal’s weight to pull me off balance, stumbling into Jules’s arms, allowing my breasts and belly to press against him. From within, my meal squealed protest at the rough treatment, and my stomach gurgled its digestive response...</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Jules Bernhardt</span><br/><br/>Jules blushes visibly as the softness of Samanthas breasts and belly press against him. HE can feel the warmth flood into his cheeks, feeling hot all over.<br/>He could even feel something get a bit harder elsewhere as well, but he pressed the idea back into the box as best he could.<br/>"Carefull there." He said with a smile as he caught Samantha, barely keeping his own balance.<br/><br/>He could feel how heavy she was in his arms, but through reserves of strength he managed to keep them both upright.<br/>"Are you okay? You didnt twist your ankle or anything?"