I thought that was odd but didnt say anything.When she walked in she was all smiles, though and helped me unpack the few things that needed to go in t...e fridge. She lifted a bottle of Merlot in one hand and a bottle of grape juice in the other. she went to the sink and poured out the juice then filled that bottle with the wine, immediately going outside to dispose of it."Mom doesnt like any alcohol in the house." She gave me a conspiratorial smile. "So we'd better drink it all tonight."She then. You should hear from us by Friday,’ the lab technician told me. I never told Monica. I thought the next seventy-two hours were going to be the death of me. I was nervous, scared, but most of all anxious. Am I fucking nuts? That question kept bouncing off the insides of my brain and I really didn’t have a good answer. The hospital called me at work at about ten-fifteen on Friday. ‘Mr. Moore, the tests results confirm, you are a match for Mr. Connor. When can you come in so we can discuss this. Strangely, cock seemed to apply more to Mobutu's long snake-like penis."It has happened to me before, the woman becomes infatuated with me and the husband becomes incapable of interfering." I don't think that's the problem," she replied sarcastically, though the fact that she had been dreaming about the doctor scared her."I've offended you. I should go." He stood up near her head so that she was looking up the long dangling cock."Yes, I think you should." She couldn't take her eyes off his cock. "I looked at Craig and Theresa and found that they too had been discussing things. I asked, "Is everything OK?"Theresa gave me that smile of hers that makes my cock twitch and said, "Everything is fine, Paul."I hoped that I was reading her correctly as I observed, "It would seem that Craig and Bev had quite a time while you and I had an equally good time on the dance floor."Theresa's smile deepened as did Craig's. I felt confident as I proposed, "Craig, perhaps you would like to continue with.