The toys kept Hope company in my absence. But good news has it's limits. A husband that isn't available breeds discontent, even fantasies, and eventu...lly the excitement of birthday presents loses their attraction. Like a child's favorite Christmas toy, Hope's playthings found a home in the back of the closet. Hope had lost interest in plastic, and was looking for new adventures. Hope found it in the obvious place, the Internet. She no longer could curb her curiosity, and decided to send out. Then he undressed and straddled her continuing his massage on her thighs. His hand finally reached her clitoral area and lightly touched it every now and then. ‘Damn I should have closed my eyes throughout all this.’ She thought. She now felt something hard poking her knee, and looked to see his hard shaft tenting his underwear and pointing at her patella. She could not resist, using her Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu skills, she wrapped her legs around him in a Closed Guard and pulled him close so that. Scott could feel anger, like a pressure building within him. Workouts helped, but the student athletic facilities didn't have a heavy bag. A million dollar downtown residence would be worth it if he could hang an eighty-dollar heavy bag to beat the crap out of.He jogged from the campus humanities building. A chime sounded from his backpack and he had to dig around to find the cell phone. The number wasn't one he recognized."Hello?" Scott, this is Diane Beamer. I'm at the Black Horse." I think. They were a year old now and wanted their mommy. Cindy visited us to see them. She didn't really need them at home with a new born and they were used to staying with us, so everything worked out. We had George eat with us for a time also while Cindy was recovering.It was mid January of 2012. when we found out that the girls were pregnant again. Their morning sickness was very mild this time. They were happy about that.It was late February, when we learned that Margie's friend Stella was.