Freddie knew that Sam had another nightmare. Since the miscarriage, she had this recurring dream about not being able to ever have k**s and it bothere... her. Plus with the doctors saying that there was a good chance she would never conceive just made the whole thing worse."I remember Sam." He said as he sat up in his bean bag.She rubbed her eyes and stood up. "I need a snack." She said and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. Freddie followed shortly afterward.When he got downstairs, Sam. Smiling softly to myself, I continued. Only a few moments passed before the bathroom door opened. I turned around, a little surprised that he would walk in on me. With the steam from the shower, I could not see him very clearly through the stall doors, but I realized very quickly that he was getting undressed. My body responded suddenly; I felt my pussy growing wet and I shivered a little. When he opened the door, I was facing him and I was smiling. He stepped into the stall and closed the. ‘Like a delicate princess.’ I told her it was because he loved her and didn’t want to hurt her, which made her laugh. I don’t know, laughing and sniffling.” She shook her head sadly.“She has a history of mental illness,” he said.“I kind of got that. Her nervousness. But ... the laugh seemed to give her some peace, and she said she’d call him.”“He didn’t just take another room?”“No. He grabbed his keys. Uhm, could you check on her? I know she likes you and ... I kind of miss Joanne. A little. Randi felt her cunt flood with juice."Oh God, yes!" she gasped into his ear. "I want you to suck it!" Here?"Quickly she glanced around. Behind the minister's desk was a door, partially open, which led to a small bathroom. Randi stood up and pulled Daryl toward it."In here," she murmured, drawing him inside and locking the door behind them.The room was so small that there was barely enough room for the two of them. Without saying another word, Daryl started kissing her heatedly. Randi leaned.