She looked about the livingroom, then spotted the clothing on the floor. By the looks of it, the clothing was roughly torn off of someone's body. Marsha got up from the easy chair and walked over to the pile of clothing. She picked them up from the floor. She could see where the buttons were popped off of the shirt that belonged to her husband. Marsha frowned a bit.

Dayum, I'll have to sew them back on again, she thought. She balled up the clothing and took them upstairs. As she reached the top of the stairs, she could hear the noises coming from her daughter's room. Marsha waddled by the door, then stopped. She leaned her ear against the closed door and listened.

Marsha licked her lips slowly as she could hear the bed springs rhythmically responding to the movements on the bed. She could then hear the familiar soft sounds of moaning and gasping coming through the door. The sounds sent little waves of electricity through Marsha's body. Marsha took a deep breath and stepped back from the door. She quietly went to her bedroom and quickly stretched out on the bed. Marsha propped the pillow under her head, and closed her eyes. She could still hear the sounds coming from the next room.

She could hear them clearly. The moaning of sexual delight seemed to penetrate Marsha's pregnant body. Although Marsha couldn't see her own vagina because of her swollen belly, she knew that she was getting wet. Her fingers slipped under the dress and she traced her fingers across the crotch of her soaked panties..........(cont)