Kate… tweet… You.” I had never been so embarrassed in my life.As I tried to hide my face in my arms, he stopped me by putting his hand under my ...hin and gazing into my eyes. In a deep and penetrating voice he said, “Don’t hide such a beautiful face from us. We men travel thousands of miles to see such beauty.”Oh shit, I thought, this man is trouble. He is a sweet-talking son-of-a-bitch and I just gushed a lake into my panties. I didn’t know if it was his sweet words, or that sexy as hell deep. How the hell could he resist singing with Muppets -- especially when he was laid up with bandages covering most of his body -- including the part that planted his seed? Not being able to have the chance to make babies for several weeks was going to be his end; he just knew it was. If only he had not gotten out of bed yesterday morning!He knew the minute he woke up without a boner, and his wife had already gotten out of bed at some ungodly hour for reasons known only to her, that things were not. I tried, but to no avail. After my wife of 40 years passed away four years ago, I guess I just let myself go and really didnt give a shit any longer. Well, I guess, now I have to pay for it. As my Pastor says, Charlie, youll quit some day, even if its after you die, youll quit. Needless to say, Ive done a lot of soul searching this past month. Hell, I cant do much else. I sit here at this computer, typing slowly with one good hand. It is tough having to capitalize and stuff like this with one. She could feel the dilation of her opening already, and she knew that her water would break soon.“You are already along the way quite far. Try to breath deeply to lessen the contractions. You are not ready to push yet, so don’t try,” she instructed the young woman who nodded with clenched teeth as just another spasm caused her pain. It was seven o’clock now, and the bedroom slowly filled with women. Of course, Lucy had come, and she promised Ellen that Sir Jonathan would come in an hour or two;.