His bedroom door was slightly open and she motioned me to slowly peek. I was getting ready to find out what he was doing and then go, "You are caught,...mister". But my hands were firmly gripped by my wife, who looked like she just saw a white angel land in our home and a smile that effused maternal pride! Anyway, she let me peek, and there I saw our kid with his shorts down sitting at the edge of his bed and looking at the laptop screen on his table, where a busty woman was being ravaged by. She scooped the peanut butter out of the jar with her hands and spread it thickly on the bread, the same with the jelly. She put her sandwich together and upon taking a good look at it, decided it wasn't big enough. She applied another thick layer of jelly on top of the sandwich, and smothered another piece of bread with peanut butter. She placed the peanut butter piece on top, creating the tallest, messiest triple-decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich ever."This will work," she thought.She. My mother dropped me off at the hospital when I went into labor and didn’t come back. Jesse’s mother showed up in time to fill out the birth certificate and name my baby while I was still in recovery. They brought Willa to me three times a day so I could give her a bottle and bond, and then they took her back to the nursery so I could regain my strength. After three days, they handed her to me and rolled me out the front door where my mother met me to take me back home.I wept for days. I didn’t. I’ll not waste your time with all of the conversations between me and Jill that evening and the next couple of days. But the edited highlights showed that Jill would have made an excellent courtroom lawyer or corporate negotiator. Bit-by-bit she made her case, mixing charm with persuasion with the odd tickle to my recently reenergized cuck gland.She reminded me again how she’d kept to her word and was now down to just one night a week each with Callan and Malcolm – keeping her word, even though.