Sunday night after work was a different story, Lisa had got a call thatday from Jessica, Craig's girlfriend. She told Lisa that she was going tostop o...er tonight. Lisa tried to persuade her not to, that between workand his sisters illness he was to tired, but it didn't look like that wasgoing to work.Sunday night, God another fun day at work, I thought as I opened the doorto Craig's apartment, took off my shoes, and went straight to the fridgeto grab a glass of wine. I still found it funny that. They looked cool, and put the nests up high enough that they were easier to get to. Not that there had been any eggs yet. Over a week, and no eggs. He wondered if they'd ever get any. If not, Tom had said, the chickens would be worthless, even as food. With no baby chicks, the six hens and two roosters became just a couple meals with no long term purpose."Come on, let there be eggs..."Zak checked the first nest. Empty. Naturally. He looked up into the trees. The sleeping poultry looked. ..do for you.” Maybe it was a simple, politeness on her part. But the pause and then the “do” only sent all the wrong messages to her overly excited mind. Damn, her nipples ached. She was glad her bra would hide that. Or would it? She shakes her head no. Afraid to speak should her voice break and reveal the effect the woman was having one her. “Well if you're sure.” The woman's eyes never leaving her, she flushes more and breaks her eyes free in the hope she can regain some composure. But doing. She eagerly accepted and bounced into the bed next to Jack, cuddling up to him and grasping his erection as they both looked at Emily and Brooke. After some more giggles, they parted their embrace and looked over at Jack."Does Emily still want me to make love to her," Jack said nervously to Brooke, who smiled back at him."No, Jack. Emily wants to get fucked."Jack's eyes widened slightly at his wife's words. Brooke's tone wasn't sarcastic. But Jack still feared she would be calling things off.