“It’s OK my love. I’m the one who had the fun and you paid the price,” I chuckled.“I said such nasty things.”“But look at the result,”...I chuckled, handing our son over.“Oh Dave, he’s so lovely,” Kirim sighed.“With you as his Mum, that’s a given,” I smiled.“Aw...”“So, name?”“Dayyev, as we agreed.”“Hello, Dayyev,” I greeted our son with a kiss and then a kiss for Kirim.“Ready for visitors?” Cass asked.“Yes,” Kirim replied.The next Imperial year was busy from a working point of view, though the. Olivia goes to work brushing off the pleasure denied her. Mr. Wellington is right; there is a lot of work to be done that day and she is sure he will make up for her orgasm later as he says. When lunchtime comes a few hours later, Mr. Wellington again gets her in a promising situation and begins making up for his lack of finishing earlier. Olivia is thoroughly enjoying his touch and it doesn't take her long before she is back on the edge of that elusive orgasm once more. But again he stops. I also did a quicker than usual neighborhood sweep. Everything was quiet in SC it seemed. I couldn’t decide what to do, so I gave in to taking another nap. The idea was to speed the recovery of the joint damage. It seemed that Tiger approved of the nap since he joined me in it. It had been over two weeks since the marathon ride, and I was finally getting some relaxation in the pain level without drugs. I wasn’t sure the ride brought the attack on, but something I did had to have caused the. As we approached the apartment entrance, Kate and I were greeted by strains of recorded music. As it was muffled by the relatively thick outer door, almost all we could hear was the regularly timed thump of base notes. It was soulful, romantic stuff—what the guys like to call a ‘slow jam.’ I had learned that when a slow jam filled the air there was a better than even chance that one of my rommates had company, as tunes of this sort were employed strictly for purposes of seduction. The song.