Must go to the loo, see you later." I stood up and hurried off to the rest rooms. I had only a few minutes left and I had much to do.Chapter 3When we ...ere back at our desks, I left if for twenty minutes or so, then got out my mobile. I selected one of the pictures and inserted it into a text message, and sent it to Ben. A minute later, I heard his phone beep. He stared at his mobile for a few seconds, then looked at me with a quizzical smile. I raised an eyebrow then turned to my computer. My. ”“I guess.”He would have said more, but the waitress delivered their dinners. The food looked like regular diner fare. They each dug in and started eating. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad, either. They decided they could take eating here frequently.The discussion had bothered Tim although he knew how Benny was. It was just hard to hear him state it in such blunt terms. Tim wanted a lot more out of a relation with a woman than that. He wanted it all – love, companionship, and romance. Of. It’s been three months since that day happened; My Claire Tiffany was now in a clinical coma. Our 14-year-old twins, Rose and Michael, and I visited her together and often. Our unborn baby girl (Scheduled to be name Susan) had died as well, along with Ken and his two sons, Jeffrey, and Richard. This left 45-year-old Sarah Jane with her 27-year-old Lilith and her 14-year-old, Annette.Kalista hadn’t been taking her birth control. That meant we would be getting a baby boy, we planned to name. Your tongue just reaches to your nipple that way. You flick your tongue over it to add to the sensations you are giving your body. Your fingers rapidly hit against your clit and you are completely lost in the moment. Releasing your breasts and arching your back against the floor, a moan of pleasure escapes your lips... Suddenly a stinging slap interrupts your passion and you screech as I grab your nipples and pinching them hard, pull you to a sitting position. "I told you not to cum, slut! Now.