Tonight she just needed to have a good one. She reached between her legs, pushed my dick up against my body, scooted forward and got her body molded t... mine as she cried on my shoulder. She didn’t say anything. She just cried. I did what I was finding worked the best; I rubbed her back as I held her tightly to me until she stopped crying. She only stopped because she was sound asleep.It took some work, but I managed to get up off the lounger. Paula’s arms automatically went around my neck and. I felt like I could cum there and then, but no way did I want this to be over so soon. He put a little more pressure into his move and was following the outline of my cock and balls through my boxers. He rubbed up and down the length of my cock, my shorts were soaked with pre-cum and his fingers just slid over it, as if on ice. I was now longing for actual contact, without the fabric as a barrier between his hand and my cock. It seemed like an eternity but eventually his fingers slipped through. Having arrived in the pub earlier I did my usual chitchat with a few of the locals, before moving to the bar counter to order a beer. I was surprised when Conrad greeted me by name. Impressed as I was, nevertheless I realised that while I had been milling around someone had obviously told him that I was ‘the village gay’.When I eventually sat at a table facing the bar, I really got a got a good look at Conrad as I waited for my food. I mentioned to Sandra, the other waitress attending to me,. Theodore had been great grand pop’s name, Elizabeth had been Mindy’s grandmother’s name and Tammy her mother’s name.Things had barely settled down when the next doctor’s visit sent Lorrie to the delivery room. Twenty minutes later little Sara Abigail Jones was born, blue eyes and a smidgen of blond hair like Lorrie.Sara had been Lorrie’s great grandmother’s name and Abigail was her father’s sister who had died at an early age with cancer. There were plenty of smiles and tears when Lorrie.