"Forget Jacob," his sister hissed. "We're talking about someone's life here. Jacob's just a damn pig." But if he dies, we may not be able to feed ever...one in the future." Adam glanced around to determine whether everyone else thought his concerns were justified. Their silence answered him."There's always the llamas and the buffalo," Franklin suggested."That's our hope," David suggested, "but they aren't as domesticated. We can't lock them in small pens during the winter, and if they can't find. Usually, I prefer frozen premium coffee grounds and some of that expensive flavored creamer, but I always have the instant stuff just in case I run out, and luckily the movers seem to have packed and gotten all my dry foods.I pulled a chair out for Stacy and then sat down next to her. She took my hand and gripped it reassuringly—though I'm not sure which one of us the reassurance was for. Donna actually was nice enough to pour our coffee before she sat down as well. Her own cup was already full. He works his finger in and out of my slippery ass while still rubbing my wet and swollen clit until I’m nearly ready to pass out with pleasure, until he reaches down with his tongue and licks and sucks lightly at my clit, which sends me screaming into his dick again, orgasming violently from both my ass and pussy at the same time, and this time shooting my cum across the bed. Finally I can’t take it anymore and I shove him back, standing him up beside the bed while I lean over in front of him. I know I say no. I know I never allow myself to really imagine out loud. I know she will give you a son and I know he will have our son’s name. I know I will hold him and see her holding him. I will watch her taking this life for granted, desperate and helpless to do anything. How can I stand to tell you that, in my dreams, every night, our son bears your name? A name I will one day use for your son. How can I tell you? How can I describe wanting? This much? ‘Don’t,’ I whisper, running my.