Usually, I come quick, but the slowness, as well as the consistent interruptions, made getting off quite difficult for me.The waitress returned with m... drink and asked, "Can we start you with some appetizers?" S-s-sure," I replied, and quickly perused the menu. I choose two, the waitress took the order and disappeared."Can you hand me my wine," my wife asked, extending her hand from under the table.I handed her the glass of wine and her perfectly manicured hand, her bright red nails so sexy,. Please, won’t you come in?”“So where is Casey,” Emma asks as she steps into the house.“She is upstairs, still getting ready.”“So, is there a Mister Ridgeland?”“Not in the picture there isn’t,” Juniper answers with an almost saddened tone. “Robert left us when Casey was six, haven’t seen or heard from him since.”“He’s missing out on two lovely ladies,” Emma remarks. “I know if it were me I wouldn’t stay away.”The remark kind of throws Juniper off. But rather than show the uncertainty of her. She was their slut wife and they all knew it.“I’m glad that you’re pregnant, but next time that you’re ready to conceive, why don’t you let Joey do the job?” Charles suggested as he impaled Justine from below with his rod.“I agree. I think that would be terrific. Joey’s bun in your oven. But would that mean one of us, or both of us, even, perhaps, knocking up Courtney, if that’s even possible? I think that would be pretty damn hot, in fact,” Mike agreed, loving the idea of Justine’s belly. Adrenaline from the meeting and the argument this morning kept me awake.Another ten minutes passed, then another. I kept looking at the clock shining at me relentlessly from across the room, reminding me that I was still awake. An hour later and a lot of tossing and turning, I sat up on the edge of the bed.I knew how to fix this. A quick Google search with the right keywords and I could release the tension to help send me off to sleep in no time.I walked down the hallway to my study, closed the.