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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
coat layout. We're going to do the outdoor stuff in Central Park on Saturday, and in Jersey on Sunday. Ray and I can pick you up at nine on Saturday morning, but we have to get going by six on Sunday morning to get out to Jersey to catch a sunrise. If you could sl**p over here on Saturday night it would be easier. How's that all for you?" Most people think modeling is glamorous, but I would not call being out at six on a cold Sunday morning to get my picture taken very glamorous. It was, however, part of the job. "Okay," I said. "I'll be ready to go. I'll bring along some overnight things too, What's the other news?" "Are you sitting down?" Wendy asked. "Yes," I replied in a matter-of-fact way. "Brace yourself for this," she continued. "I'm pregnant!" It took a minute for the word to sink in before I said, "Pregnant? That's wonderful! I think. Have you told Ray yet?" There was relief in Wendy's words now. "I've told him. He is going to be a daddy, so he should know," she said. That was a bit of a relief to me too. It saved any possible embarrassment to either of us, since I did not now have to ask her if Ray was the father. I was not sure how sexually active Wendy was other than with Ray. "We're moving in together," Wendy said, continuing the story. "Ray says he can get us a house a little way out on Long Island, and he wants to move there. He says The City is no place to raise HIS c***d. He ... went all mushy when I told him." She paused for a moment. "I'll tell you a secret," she said. "He hasn't asked me yet, but I think he might finally want to get married. Do you want to be Maid-of-Honor?" She giggled at this, but I could tell she was serious. "Sure, why not?!" I replied with a giggle too. "If you really want me to be. When are you due?" Wendy cleared her throat, and said, "The doctor says in about seven months, so if he does want to get married, I hope he asks quick. I want a white gown, and my clothes are getting a little tight already. I really would like you to be Maid-of-Honor. The only other people I know are at the studio, and I feel closer to you than any of them. If he asks, will you do it?" "I will," I replied, and we made girl-talk about it all for an hour. I had not known how close Wendy felt we were, or how much she accepted me as a fellow woman. That was all clear now, and I liked it. We would get even closer as time went on, but right now I felt very warm inside. My adopted "f****y" of friends was still growing. The rest of the week at work was almost as quiet as my first day had been. I started to get into a routine of things, and got to like what I was doing. It was fun to sit at that big desk, and pretend to be running things. Gwen kept me supplied with typing projects so I would not get bored, and there was enough to do between them to keep me busy. It was a very easy job. That was fine ...