I grabbed her arse and pulled her close to me. I grabbed the soap and ran it over her upper body, paying close attention to her breasts, lathering her...up before pulling her close, letting her soapy, slippery body move over mine. I held her close while I soaped up her back, slipping down to her arse crack and soaping her there too. I kissed her as my finger pushed against her soapy arse hole. She kissed me back and pushed her arse against my finger. Carefully, I pushed my finger into her tight. I began to suspect that it was something bad during that uneasy silence.The hallway that only minutes ago bustled with activity was now strangely quiet. And inside me there was the same quietness. There were no words to say, no way to describe how I felt. But Jenny knew somehow, later I would find out why. I sensed her strength when her hand reached out to help me up off the floor. The symbolism of her gesture really hit me.We walked together down the long hallway and out the side door.. Now, what fruit have you found? I’m surprisingly hungry.’ It took them a little less than the two and a half days to reach the foothills around the mountain, but most of that third day to climb one of them. Now they stood on the top of quite a lofty hill. Beyond they could see the wilderness stretching before them. Kelly turned around and looked back towards the city. She was amazed at exactly how far they had walked in such a relatively short time. ‘Any idea which way we should head next Brad?. But I am here to tell you we men are just as involved as our ladies with the pregnancy. We're the ones who make the late night runs for weird food to satisfy cravings. We're the ones who decorate and redecorate the nursery to meet our expectant mother's changing desires. We're the ones who rub bellies, massage backs and legs, and attend natural childbirth classes. And we're the ones, when faced with the probability of a caesarian section, prepare to accompany our wife into surgery so we can.