"I told you what Brock and I were looking for so that he can be a father. I haven't told you the feeling that went through me when you kissed me that ...fternoon back at your car. I've only felt that one other time and the person that caused it is sitting beside me right now." I felt that same feeling later that evening when you kissed me as you were leaving our home. We both think you're the woman that we both can love for many years to come if you feel the same way."Judy and I want you to join. But why get to 16 weeks then, if that were the case?Miscarriages aren't supposed to happen that late. I was pained by theguilt of it being potentially something I did. I couldn't think ofanything though. I'd done all the right things. Avoided sushi and softcheese and all that stuff.I knew enough to convince myself that ultimately sometimes it justhappens. Some sort of congenital anomaly possibly.There will be an attempt to ascertain that, but because themiscarriage was before 20 weeks she won't. I take my thumb out, and use both hands to rub your back down. Over your shoulders, and down the arms as far as I can reach. Kissing you on the side of the neck, and nibbling on your ear. You can feel the tip of my cock right there at the entrance of your ass. It feels as if your body is trying to raise up and meet me. I look down, and see your hips raised off the sheets attempting to take me in. O, so you do want it. I lean forward one more time, and as I nibble on the back of your neck I ease. As he pulled into the parking lot, Catherine followed. He wanted to laugh when she walked up to him and poked him in the chest, ‘Why are you here? I told you…’ Daniel kissed her to stop her tirade. When she went soft against him, he pulled back and turned her to the sign in front of the building. ‘Why didn’t you say something?’ Instead of answering her, he held her hand and led her into the building. A lot of people were already there and well on their way to getting drunk. Daniel wrapped his.