“I’m glad that you’re pregnant, but next time that you’re ready to conceive, why don’t you let Joey do the job?” Charles suggested as he i...paled Justine from below with his rod.“I agree. I think that would be terrific. Joey’s bun in your oven. But would that mean one of us, or both of us, even, perhaps, knocking up Courtney, if that’s even possible? I think that would be pretty damn hot, in fact,” Mike agreed, loving the idea of Justine’s belly swollen once more, as well as Courtney giving the. When they eventually did, they were staring into mine. I was conscious not to waver, only a quick flutter of my eyelids sufficed.I could read him clearly. When he again lowered his eyes, I rewarded him. It was only brief, but a slight shift of my legs allowed him to see in between, giving him my consent to venture further and glimpse the white flash of my underwear. His expression gave away his intentions by licking the lips of his pinched smile.I christened him Charles. I don’t know where that. . you are devious! I can't believe you faked that innocent act."He chuckled nervously. "Not entirely, I mean, I was completely embarrassed, but it was ... educational."I shook my head, impressed yet again at the maturity and confidence it took for him to go to Zevran for advice, even if in a round-about fashion. Not to mention the acting skills! Game Alistair would have run away with his hands over his ears, singing loudly to himself.I fell asleep with my head on his chest, a smile plastered to. I was sitting at the bar when a good looking woman came in and asked for a whiskey sour. She was dressed in what appeared to be a hooker's outfit, showing a lot of boob and a lot of leg.I told the bartender I'd pay for her drink. She seemed out of sorts, so I asked her if she had a problem, maybe I could help."The bastard," she said. "We planned on being together and I drove for three hours to get here. I bought this outfit just for him and the bastard called me and said he couldn't make it."A.