“I’ll never bring it up again. I promise.” He whispered.When she calmed down, she laid her head on his shoulder. “I want a baby.”“OK.”�...I want one now.”Dan tickled her “Don’t you have to be pregnant first?”Amy slapped his hand “I want to get pregnant now. Not today, but right after we marry.”Dan turned her face to his. “OK.” He kissed her. “Watch this. HEY MOM! GUESS WHO’S GONNA BE A GRANDMA NEXT YEAR!”Glass shattered. “WHAT!” Tiffany came running.Amy laughed and slapped his shoulder. “You are. He turns and faces her. He asks her “So, What kind of hobbies do you do?” She turns to face him and responds with “Horseback riding, Softball, Volleyball, Singing, Cooking, and Baking. What about you?” she asks. “Football, Basketball, Baseball, BMXing, and Off-Roading. The usual guy stuff.” They both start to laugh a little bit and finally she asks him “What is your favorite Color? Pizza Topping? Movie? Drink? Candy?” He starts to think for a minute and finally says “Purple, Sausage, 21 Jump. ‘Oooh I’d like that,’ Becky said, ‘but first I have to go to the bathroom. That road rattled my kidneys pretty good!’ ‘Okay’ I announced somewhat warily, and led Becky through the trees. I wasn’t quite sure how she would handle this part of the place. Primitive camping means primitive facilities, and that’s what we had… an outhouse. When we neared the wooden closet I watched for Becky’s reaction. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I feared, but it is a shock to the senses when an extremely fastidious. During their short time together, he had shown her that pain and pleasure were intertwined as one. When mixed correctly it was a recipe for accessing places so ecstatic, yet calm and relaxed it was like a personal utopia, where only they existed together.She had been bound for what seemed like an eternity, face down and ass up in his favourite position. He had spent time caressing and oiling her taut little body, teasing her clit and tight little holes with his fingers and tongue, bringing her.