Then amazingly we stopped crying. The week the doctors wanted to induce labor he, my son, had his own plans. Natural labor was taking course so I elec...ed to wait being touched by his attempt to come on his own terms. We decided then and there that the grieving was over. We would take whatever time we had and cherish it. My only stipulation on the day of delivery was very clear to all, my son need to be touched by his parents his condition permitting. I didn’t care what part or for how long just. ”Finally, Janet looked up and said, “Please, Oscar. I want to give my husband a child. Of course, Irene, you would have to be on board with it. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not interested in taking your man away from you. I have all the man my little puss can stand as you well know, Irene.”We both grinned knowing what Rob was packing in his shorts.I said, “What do you think, Oscar?” Is it a possibility? Is it something we can live with after it’s done? We know what that lifestyle cost us and how. ”It left her speechless, and then blushing she eventually said, “Me too.” Seeing her looking down and smile, I again grabbed her by the waist, which made her cautiously look up. Leaning toward her, we hugged and I gave her a kiss on the head. Continuing to hold her, I boldly said, “I’ve missed you,” which made her look at me, and then getting on her top toes we ended up kissing. Taking her hand and leading her over to the couch, it still felt very fun and trying to avoid awkwardness as we sat. Wasn’t it? She had Thomas. She pushed the pillow downwards, trapping it between her thighs. One hand pushed it into her sex. The other slid to her breasts, her bullet hard dark nipples rising to meet it. She savoured the firmness of her right bud as she pulled on it. Except in her imagination… they were Erika’s slim fingers again, not hers. Her other hand pushed the pillow more firmly around her. Her legs wrapped around it, trapping it like a man between her thighs. Or a woman? Oh, God!! She.