"We're not politically correct. Go with the family."Earlier we had agreed it was entirely her call. I was happy to do whatever she preferred, and she ...new it.My mother and I headed to the waiting room.My father was reading the paper. He glanced up. Mom shook her head and he went back to the paper.Betty had Alexander in her lap. She had a wistful look on her face. Her three kids rushed up to grab me, each calling out, "Daddy."Harry asked, "Did Mommy Two have her baby?" I saw Betty flinch."She's. We then grabbed some beers and went and sat on the patio Liz sat next to me and then Maria came and knelt in front of me. Fransico sat in a chair on the far side of the patio and looked on. My wife leaned in and kissed me as Maria ran her hands up my shorts and played with my cock and balls. I looked over at Fransico who had his cock dangling out of the legs of his shorts. My wife started playing with my nipples and this always drives me wild. I felt a tug on my shorts and then felt the fresh. I opened my eyes and glanced back towards the centralaisle. The flashlight beams were getting closer; I could hear severalsets of feet getting closer. In absolute panic, I swiped my thumb upand down several other spines. It wasn't working; I was still here.The footsteps were getting louder and the light from the flashlights wasgetting brighter. It was too late to start running again. The lightgrew brighter still as they were nearly upon me. I cowered against theshelf. The light rounded. Onion?" Yes to both. You know I skip lunch on Friday because I know we'll have dinner together. This is making me hungry." Olives?" Yeah." Green or black?" She shrugged. "Green pepper?"Debra shook her head. "If you want. I'd only pick it off."He manipulated his handheld. "I'd like to place a carryout order ... large, hand-tossed with pepperoni, sausage, onions, and both olives. For Albert. Thanks." He cancelled the call. "It should be ready by the time we get there." He put the car in gear and.