”“Come, child,” she says. “Let us go...”Her little Shiva altar is in a corner of the restaurant. There is incense. There are fresh flowers. ...And now there are colorful and aromatic spices. I note that the lingam glistens with fresh cream. I know Nikki’s pregnant. Mom’s about to deliver any day. Kara’s pregnant. I wonder who’s next.Two weeks pass. Life is still good. We have a couple of crews in Tennessee. The new branch office has technicians in the field, we’re in western Georgia and South and. It was a Saturday afternoon and my son had gone out with my parents and my wife and I had the house to ourselves. My wife was 5’3 130 lbs with long brown hair and fair skin. she was a beauty and that day was warm. she decided to take a shower and she left the bathroom door open while I decided to take a peek. she was washing her hair and I could see her trimmed pussy and ass as the water ran down her legs. her nice big breast had also turned me on. after she showered she came into the room. He stood warily by the entrance, until he was joined by three other men, wearing blue work uniforms and peaked cloth hats. “Let’s be having you, then!” one of the men shouted, which was a cue for the women to gather in an orderly procession at the factory doors’ entrance and to file in. As they did so, they were evaluated in a desultory fashion by the men who clearly saw this as a routine rather than a pleasure. Some women were greeted with familiarity and some were turned away. These, Tracey. She shifts some, causing a small murmur of appreciation to slip past Liam’s lips even though he is definitely still lost in the stages of sleep. She looks up at him.She feels her heart in her throat where is seems to beat and flutter wildly as she gazes upon the boy. He looks so peaceful in his sleep, but even so and more than anything, she wants to move up into his arms and press her lips to his. She can never get enough of his mouth and tongue. It is as if it is the ambrosia of life beckoning.