We headed back in the direction of San Diego. I called my wife to let her know about the traumatic events. As I replayed the events I felt my skin g... clammy and knots formed in my stomach. Hearing it all caused Priya to erupt in another round of tears as soon as I hung up the call."I'm sorry Daddy! I lost... our baby. I should have been there with her..."I squeezed her hand. "Then I would have lost you too!"We drove towards the hospital where Tessa and Mounika's baby were being. The next morning, I called Tiffany and DeAngelo and told them about the camera. Though DeAngelo and I were having a baby-making affair, I explained that I wanted to try to save my marriage.That was the last time I spoke to Tiffany or DeAngelo for a few weeks. All that time alone, I spent crying and calling Oliver. He stayed away for over a month; during which time, my stomach developed a cute baby bulge. I didn’t know what to do, so I called DeAngelo and discussed my options. He agreed to help. Yet a bond had formed between them, a bond which polarized them, and set them at odds. The hate each felt for the other was mutual and pure. As Duain stood outside his rival's doorway, he did not care if he was acting out a part of his father's master design. His imprisonment did not matter; the surrounding war did not matter. All he knew is that he would at last crush the man who had somehow become an obsession for him.Then it happened again that a door was opened from the other side just. She watched me curiously. I came back on the bed and squatted behind her ass cheeks, took the ice cube in my teeth and gently rubbed the cube in her ass crack. Then I moved my mouth at the right spot and gently rubbed the ice cube at her slit, clitoris and the inner walls of her pussy canal by opening her petals with my fingers. “Uncle; Un—cle, Unc—–cle” she moaned loudly with extreme pleasure and thrill as she had not experienced such a delicacy before. I moved my mouth up and touched her anal.