She only insisted that the pictures of her breastfeeding were kept out of the album. He wanted to go further, though.“You can keep the robe another ...ew days, can’t you?”“Bachelor’s robes are rented. I purchased the doctoral robe. We wear them again. Didn’t you see all the faculty in the parade?”“Great! Now, what I want to do is to get a real portrait-style photo of you in the robe with the twins. We can go to a studio where the guy will do it right.”“Why?”“Because my snapshots are just that. We. I inquired just when this had happened? He filled me in on the details, then I asked what had the attending physician had to say about it. He replied that the Doctor said it was nothing unusual, as a number of the young women on staff had had similar such miscarriages over the years. He said it could have been caused by a number of things, the strain of their respective workloads. Or a failure to take their prenatal vitamins. He had been concerned that maybe there should be changes in how. I stood and watched as Claire was getting a nice tongue tongue lashing from Sarah, listening to her soft moans, my freshly flaccid cock, jumped start back up into action, I couldn't help but give myself a few decent strokes, while I watched the scene unfolding on the bed. It was as if it was perfect timing, as the girls swapped positions, watching Claire get up I was in awe, amazing long black hair flowing down ending just above her perfect ass. Claire was like my dream woman, the perfect. I was in a family play park. This was definitely not where I wanted to be. I sighed as if someone was watching my decision and I retreated back to the sauna park change rooms. I slid off my slightly wet speedos. I love the feeling of removing any clothing, but speedos, in particular, make me happy indeed. I put them in the locker, grabbed my towel and headed up the stairs to the sauna park. It was my idea of heaven. A grey, open space with lounge chairs dotted with potted plants and naked.