[amuroray]

I can't help but gasp as you brush my sensitive bellybutton, and my cock begins to tent my pants. "Dammit...every little thing these days..." I pull up my bump to sigh and scratch it, feeling some stretchmarks that have popped up in the past few weeks. As the class starts, I rely on you for support as we begin with light stretching. We talked with the yogi over the phone, 6 months along himself, and he was gracious enough to agree that we could skip the poses that required sitting. It was embarrassing, but the amount of time it took me to stand up these days from an Indian-style position would only waste the class's time. I notice a couple expecting fathers gawking at my exposed belly, and I blush and tug my shirt down futilely as we get on our hands and knees for the next few moves. Unfortunately, my belly was hanging low enough that it bumped the floor as I bent over, and the babies kick as I let out an OOMPH.