“Mike, it’s kind of soon and maybe let’s find out the sex of the b**y and it’ll help narrow the choices.” JC was becoming a bit annoyed at M...ke and his gee-golly outlook on things. She’s probably carrying a black b**y and he wants these crazy names for the b**y from his family. I’m sure they would be thrilled to have their new black man’s baby named after Mike’s father.They arrive home finally Saturday afternoon just in time to take their daughter to her soccer match, then on to some fast food. St. Dunstan's. She put those thoughts out of her mind, as a year to an 11-year-old is almost a lifetime away. Time enough to worry about those strange tales in the spring, and besides, maybe it would have all been proven a hoax or urban legend by then.Her father put the morning paper aside. "Hurry up, dear. We're walking with you to school today."She stared at him. 'We'? "Aren't you going to work?" she enquired."No, both of us have taken the day off, to go with you," volunteered her mother.. The transparent negligee hid nothing from my view, and it was breath-taking to see Kelli from her head of sexy blonde hair falling down over her shoulders and then the narrowing of her waist that led to two full nicely rounded asscheeks that were hotly split in the middle by her delicious ass crack. I wanted Kelli to bend over, spread her legs, and let me see her smooth pussy cleft from behind but that would come in time.Kelli walked up to her marital bed as I'd wanted, and she turned to hold. I also love Amanda, but, you’re right, it’s different. I love Patti, for instance, but I am celebrating her engagement and pending marriage to Ken.”“What if one of your wives decided she wanted to marry another man?”“I’d try to be of the same mindset – to celebrate her happiness and new life with the man.”“But wouldn’t you feel a sense of loss?”“I suppose I would. Some relationships appear to only last certain amounts of time. We should take joy in the time we had together, and move on. Spouses.