”“Harrumph,” I grunted. I looked down happily at Michael Jr. – Mikey, as he was known to us, played with his toy tractor in the grass beside u....“And in any case, you know it’s all your fault. Who was it that came up with the idea that the other wife should name the baby?”“Which both of you thought was a great idea,” I replied.Sally settled back, resting her head on my shoulder, smiling at me, “And we still do!”“So, what’s she considering for this one?”“Shaun for a boy and either Leigh-Ann or. I had to admire her skills with our new digital camera and try to guess what she had used as tripod.As expected, the camera didn't show any traces left after her photo session.Reading the messages wasn't funny at all. They had obviously met during a one-day seminar where they had a pleasant lunch and agreed to keep in touch via e-mails. Their first ones were complete innocent but got slowly nastier by the time. It was obvious that they had not met since the seminar and their date next week. I said, “No napkin." Sitting across from him I slid my foot up his shin and slowly up to his cock. I kept rubbing his cock when the waiter came to finish our order. Just as Mike was ordering dessert I kicked his balls & he accidently ordered a pineapple fritter. I moved over to sit next to him. He took my hand and placed it on his (true to his word very large) cock wanking himself with my hand as a glove. “You are quite a big boy,” I told him. Then I lifted one of my legs up so he could finger. “Do you like what you see?” “I like the look of those waffles you’ve got in your hands.” “Come on be honest.” “You look like you’ve hit by a Mack truck and you have insane bedhead.” “Ouch, that hurt a bit. Just for that, these waffles are mine.” I put the food and scooped up a waffle and bit out a huge chunk. Ellie jumped up from the bed and ran towards me, trying to grab the waffle from my hand. “Mark, I’m starving. Fine, I think you look absolutely adorable looking all disheveled. I love how.