I’m separate from the baby. I know that it’s in me, but even at this stage, our child has to leave the room and give us time alone together.’ �...But my Anna, can you see? It hasn’t left the room. It can’t. It’s in your belly.’ ‘It may be in my belly, but our problem is in your head, and you can’t get it out. I’m becoming the mother of our child, but I don’t want to stop being your desirable wife.’ I could feel the distress rising in me. I wanted to cry. Why was this so hard? Was he right? What. That decided, I've got some ideas for the trip, but I'm open to suggestions," I said.Ideas and counter ideas flew all over the place until I had a good idea of what my kittens were interested in. A little later that evening, I worked up a rough seven-thousand-mile-plus itinerary.A few days later, the six of us were packed into my Fleetwood Eagle and on the road.The first stop was Six-Flags in Georgia where the younger kittens and I enjoyed some time on the roller coasters. We also spent some. Buy her a drink and I reckon she’ll do anything you want.”I didn’t need a second invite and waited for my chance, which came just after lunch when she left the restaurant alone, still dressed as she was earlier. I followed her out and as she stood looking around I started chatting to her and after she’d looked me up and down I asked her if she’d like a drink. “Vodka and tonic please.” I smiled and asked her if she wasn’t a bit young for that. “Is that a problem?” I liked her style and went and. Her legs were muscled and her chest was not-quite-as-generous as Heather's but more than a handful. A mountain of black hair was pulled back tightly into a complicated braid that folded back on itself several times.Gregg blinked and realized that his wasn't the only awkward silence. Remembering that his sexual energy was somewhat infectious, Gregg tried focusing his thoughts on the ruined dinner rather than model of physical fitness before him. Gregg also realized at that very moment his own.