Without her here, it’s like there’s a ... little jolt of electricity that’s missing from the atmosphere.”I stood, crawled onto the bed, and wr...apped myself around her.“Yeah,” I said, “she has a presence. To me, she’s always crackling, waiting to bring her mind, her wit, her eye-crinkling smile to bear.”Rhee nodded and said, “That’s more like it. I was trying to find that. You’re more poetic than I am.”She kissed me and went back to reading; I went back to writing, catching up to this sentence at. Before I knew it, Mark had turned me around and positioned me against the bed. He pushed me. I fell backwards. My body flopping on the rather high bed and my legs splayed wide with my cock smacking hard against my belly. Mark immediately knelt before me and ran his hands up the inside of both my thighs. He stopped when he reached the stocking tops and spent far too long rubbing his hands from flesh to silk and back again. I wanted to hurry him up but I watched him intently. Every stroke he. The other had stopped spurting milk and was now just leaking a little. She looked over at Jack as he came in.“Look what we did,” she said, beaming. “It’s a little boy. Can you believe it?”“I don’t know what to believe,” said Jack, being completely truthful.“It was the beans,” she said, stroking the baby’s lush black hair. It was still matted to his little head, and he was a mess. “We need to do something about the cord.”“Uh ... yes,” agreed Jack, who had no idea what to “do.”“Maybe you should. In fact, the doctor deemed her to be particularly fertile, citing her regular, slightly longer than usual menstrual cycles as evidence. "This, alongside your estrogen levels during your cycle, indicates that you ovulate regularly," he commented.The doctor even went as far as to call Priya 'super fertile' and expressed disbelief that any sexually healthy man would have trouble getting her pregnant.At the time, Priya felt a faint sense of relief, but also knew what the doctor was implying. Since.