He gently rocked the baby's cradle with his foot and listened to their giggles and outbreaks of hilarity, unable to hear their silent chatter."Let me ...ntroduce you to 'the baby'," Béla said, dramatically. She waltzed across the room, trying her best to simply walk across the room without dancing, she was so happy."The baby?" Elaine asked out loud. "Then the Praetor was right – you haven't named it – her, I mean?"Béla gently reached down and picked up her infant, who had been quietly watching. Like the meals he presented to his clientele each day so was his lovemaking and she discovered that there was so much more to making a delicious cock-a-leekie soup and his own contrivance of meatball pasta, she simply loved to go up behind him when he was preparing a dish, dip her hands deep into his pockets and find his masculinity. ‘With you we make a great team, Louise baby’ and he made her laugh when he threw aside the rolling pin and rolled the suet pastry for a steak and kidney pudding. On the way back to his place, my butterflies returned, flitting low and deep within my engorged sex. Something wonderful was in air as we walked in, the smell of fresh baked cookies. For my gift, Dave presented a metal container filled with delicious homemade chocolate-chip cookies and fudge. Stunned, I asked when he baked and he confessed he made them after he’d dropped me off. I figured he was up until after three in the morning baking for me. It was such a simple thing, really, but it was. You okay?” The 6’7’’ behemoth of a basketball player halfheartedly asked me. “Uh-er-yeah. Yeah I’m okay,” I stuttered. Elle patted the player on the back congratulating him on hitting the buzzer beater shot. A nearly invisible handprint of cum was now pasted to the player’s jersey, but we could see it. Elle giggled with maniacal joy, but the giggle halted as she looked intensely to the floor. Her eyes were glued on the shiny diamond ring that had been knocked out of my pocket. She slowly bent.