<blockquote><div><cite>ambrose-euanthe wrote:</cite><span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha Belweather</span><br/><br/>"Well... maybe a bit," I offered, though I actually hadn't. "Help me inside?" I asked, rubbing my breasts and belly against his firm body with each faltering step.</div></blockquote><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Jules Bernhardt</span><br/><br/>Putting some real effort into it, Jules does his best to support Samantha. With her extra weight, he is not able to lift her and thus he has to do the next best thing which is to let her lean on him as they move towards the door. The soft squishiness of her breasts and belly (the remnants of the one inside probably has nothing to say on the matter) doesn't really help his concentration on the matter, but he does his best nevertheless.<br/><br/>It doesn't seem like there would be any more trouble towards the door.