“No no no no,” Emily said, forcibly pulling him back down next to her. “Not yet, c’mon. I didn’t even tell you the big secret yet.”“You ...aid you were gonna tell me something funny, not something secret,” Brian pointed out.“No—no I didn’t,” Emily replied, scrunching up her face like she was trying to remember. “But anyways, like, if it’s funny, it has to be a secret, right? If it’s not a secret, then the punch-line’s not funny, ‘cause you already know it?”“Motor-mouth don’t have any secrets,”. I also want to thank you for saving me." How did I save you Great One? I did nothing." Jeffe, you did do something, you required us to always have water stored in our cloaks. That water and some food I had also stored was enough for me to survive. THAT is why I want to thank you for saving me."Jeffe finally looked at me and as he saw my smile he finally started to smile too. His shoulders straightened and he seemed to have his confidence back as well. I looked at Omar and he was smiling again. "Confidence is very sexy."He looked back to his bespectacled father and the lovely lady by him on the couch and thought that the grinning old man must have some idea about what he was saying, or he never would have convinced the younger woman to a date, much less to marry him. Janice was fifteen years younger then his father, smoking hot and the subject of quite a few of Duncan's late night stroke sessions, though the teen had tried to avoid that since the couple had married and she had. Writhing around in her seat, she was lost to her orgasm, even dropping one of her full plates to the floor. After a few minutes she reached her senses again. She quickly pulled her underwear back into place and tried to stand up. After a few failed attempts she gave up, shifted to a more comfortable position, a hand on the top of her tightly packed stomach, fell asleep, dreaming of tables groaning under the weight of the food piled on them, all for her to fit into her gravid sphere of.