There were a few vacation spots we wanted to visit that we might have to forego. Was that a great sacrifice?Then there was the sex. It had always been...good - mostly always, anyway. And lately had gotten even better. Would Jeanine still want me when she got big and, well, pregnant? My brother had a story or two in that regard, but I always took his stories with a shaker of salt.I closed my eyes and tried to picture Jeanine with a big belly. And bigger tits. I guess the picture wasn't a turn-off;. For a few moments as the mouth and mine shared a tight deep kiss a pair of hands grabbed my cock and began stroking it. Then as the mouth's tongue pleasured mine all I could think of was who was this, I need to know! So the mouth went down on me again...this time sucking my balls as it made love to my cock. I started to open my eyes to see who this incredible person was who was on the verge of making me cum hard. It was you the limo driver who was driving me crazy as my eyes opened and saw. It was welcomed relief. I could actually watch football without interruption. If Amy bothered me, I was just call out “cocoa, need to potty?” He would grab his leach and run to Amy. I know, a bad br*ther at best. One night I was doing homework and heard Amy giggling in the room next to me. Instead of going to the room door, I grabbed a chair and peeked in the hole in the closet. Her closet door was wide open and I could see them playing on the floor. Knowing all was ok, I started to go back to. ” Damn words! What do I say? “You always do nice things. I paint. I feel like I don’t pay enough attention to you. Or to Morgan. It’s hard. I try. At Thanksgiving, I knew I wanted to do something special. Just for you, Annette. Because I love you.”We almost didn’t make it to the ballet. But later that night, making love to my Lady was the most beautiful thing I’d ever done.“What would you like to do this weekend?” I asked Annette. School would be out for the holiday at last. My new piece of art.