But, we are at the ‘sex every third Saturday of the month’ stage, aren’t we…? We just don’t connect much any more… it’s like we live sep...rate lives under the same roof…’ ‘What is this… some kind of mid-life crisis?’ ‘A mid-marriage crisis perhaps… what’s happened to us, John?’ ‘Both having to work to pay off a huge mortgage, plus a set of lovely twins when they were kids who’ve turned into ‘The Teenagers From Hell’ doesn’t help… You switched off before me anyway…’ ‘Did not!’ ‘Did so!’ ‘You’re. When you were going off on my cock, your lips seemed topuff out as well as your pecs...or tits I should say?" and I kinda gavehim this shrug like 'I don't know' and he was like, "Not only that, butwhen were both getting fucked by that dildo and my ass was ramming intoyour ass, it seemed to be more bubbly and getting bigger. You sure Bulldidn't do anything else to you while you and Snake were along withhim???" and while he said this those around us who could hear ourconversation all started to. Jacksonknows it. But, see for yourself. Test results, ultrasounds, it's allthere, I am pregnant." Oh my God. You are really pregnant. How is that even possible, especiallyat your age?" he said, without thinking."At my age? What's that supposed to mean? You saying I'm old?" I teased,throwing a sofa cushion at him."So, what do we do now?" he asked looking at me."How the hell should I know?" I asked a little too harshly. "It's not likeI have ever been pregnant before. Maybe I should call Lucy, she. After a few steps, I moved right, while Les darted to the left. Then I heard a pop, followed by a fizz. A coke can landed on Les’ head, spilling its contents over her. Les then darted back to the dining room. Another can would have hit Ralph, but he managed to catch it.I shouldn’t have looked at Ralph. An additional can of pop landed near my feet, soaking my right foot. I called “Retreat!” The two of us left the kitchen.We three huddled together in the dining room. Ralph was the first to.