Protection (closed)

From the sleepy look in her eyes, Molly will probably fall asleep as soon as the train leaves the station for home. Alex and Becky both give her a big hug and promise to invite her back to spend the night with them before too long, which seems to take some of the sting out of having to go home tonight.

"Take care of my boy," I tell Becky as I give her a big hug, "and you treat her like a lady," I tell Alex as we say our goodbys and get on our way.
 
Hugging them both tightly, we make our way to the train station and Molly is sound asleep in your arms before we even get to board. Too heavy for me to carry, I allow you to haul the toddler to our seats. Sitting down with a long sigh, I look over at you with a dreamy little smile.

"I always had a thing for a man who takes care of his children." I say softly, kissing you gently.
 
Molly is not the only one sleeping as the train winds its way thru the suburbs, making several stops along the way. Molly's head on one shoulder, yours on the other; gently nudging you awake at the stop before ours. Still carrying Molly to the car, you climb into the back seat and I place Molly on the seat beside you, her head in your lap.

Once we get home, Molly wakes enough to walk into the house; then heads down to the family room to let Lucy out of her cage and opens the back door for her to run around the back yard for a few minutes.
 
Once Molly has spent some time with Lucy and the dog is roaming the house, I get Molly tucked into bed, smiling as she is out like a light before her head hits the pillow. I kiss her cheek and close her door, going to find you sitting on the sofa. I sit down with a long sigh, stretching out my legs.

"I think they'll have a beautiful wedding." I said, looking at you as Lucy sniffs her way around the living room. "I wish Becky's parents were more involved, but I think Alex supports her enough that she'll still be happy."
 
"Babe, there is nothing we can do to get her parents more involved; but, I'm sure once they get here for the wedding, and see what a great couple they are, their attitude may change a bit. And, when that first grandchild appears . . . well, you know what a baby will do to them."

Knowing that you do need to go into the office for a short while tomorrow, I suggest that it might be a good idea to watch the news and weather from the bedroom tonight.
 
"You old softy. You just want a grandbaby to spoil. Not like your child, you can send a grandbaby home at the end of the day." I say, elbowing you in the ribs as I stand to head into the bedroom as you put Lucy up for the night.

Turning on the TV, I'm slipping into a nightgown when you walk into the room, the news playing softly in the background.
 
"Well, there is something to be said for sending them back to their parents."

After following Lucy down to the family room where she walks into her cage without too much of an 'argument', I set the security system, set the timer on the coffee pot, and make my way up to the bedroom. Out of habit, I take a look up and down the street . . . nothing out of place tonight . . . look across and see the light in Tom and Sarah's bedroom go out, hope Tom has gotten to take advantage of Sarah's aroused state from last night.

Slipping into a comfortable pair of boxers and t-shirt, I slip into bed beside you . . not too interested in the news, more concerned about weather tomorrow since you need to go into work for a couple of hours.
 
"Snow. Great." I say as the weather report comes on and I snuggle up against your side. "Would you mind taking me in when you take Molly to daycare? She can stay the whole day and when you're finished at lunch you can pick me up and I can fix us something to eat here."
 
"Sounds like a plan to me; I've got a couple of errands to run, then when can have some lunch before I bring you home. You can rest for a while before I pick Molly up from school. I have a couple of little projects I want to work on in the garage this afternoon."

Flipping off the TV, I snuggle against you under the covers, caressing your soft body thru your nightgown while we 'trade' a few kisses.
 
I smile as we snuggle together, your hands caressing over my body as we simply kiss one another, showing our love in a simple way. I let out a sigh as your hands cup my pregnant breasts, massaging them as I look deeply into your eyes.

"I love your hands on me, baby." I whisper softly.
 
"And, obviously, I love my hands on your body." My hand slides down over your growing belly, only a few weeks to go, and reach around to squeeze your butt, one of my favorite parts of you body . . . but you know that already.

Pulling you closer to me, our bodies seem to fit together perfectly, even with this "baby bump" taking more space between us.
 
"Are you happy? I mean, are you really happy for this baby? I know it's a lot that has taken place in a short amount of time." I ask softly as your hands take a firm grasp of my bottom, squeezing it as I let out a soft moan.
 
"Yes, love, I am really happy about this baby." Hoping that my continual caresses and touches will help you understand how happy I am. "And I think that Molly is going to be a big help to us as we start our 'new' family."
 
Kissing you gently, I give you a wide smile. Those are just the words that I needed to hear from you.

"I love you, Alan. Each day I think I fall deeper and deeper in love with you."
 
Still caressing, kisses still be shared, I can feel your body relaxing even more, "Go to sleep, love. busy day tomorrow." Just the caressing and kissing tonight are causing a 'reaction', but not the time to satisfy my "little buddy's" urges.

Pressing gently against you, just enough for you to feel my aroused state, "See what you still do to me?"
 
"I'll let you take me on a ride tomorrow afternoon." I whisper against your ear as your cock presses against my belly. "All afternoon if you like."
 
"Now that sounds like an offer that this old man will take you up on. You know how much I like to take you for a ride." With that comment, my cock gives a little twitch; wants you to know how happy you make him!!
 
"Get some sleep, baby. We have a long day tomorrow." I say, giving you another kiss before I settle back down on my pillow for some sleep.
 
By the time you get to the end of your sentence, your words are slurring together and you are asleep with you head on my shoulder . . . a familiar position for both of us.

The alarm goes off about 6:30; I slide out of bed, go down and make sure the coffee pot has started, bring in the paper, and let Lucy out for her morning "duty run". By the time she is back in, I hear Molly starting to move around, calling out for me.

"I'm already downstairs, Molly; Let you mom sleep for a few more minutes. Come on down and we'll find something for breakfast."
 
Molly sits at the table and waits patiently for her cereal. She seems excited to be going to school that day and she is as good as gold for you as I sleep in a little longer, finally rising a little after 7 to shower and get dressed to go into the office.
 
Once you make it downstairs for some juice and toast, I head back up to the bedroom and dress casually in jeans and knit shirt.

Grabbing a travel mug, I fill it with coffee, "OK, ladies, are we ready?" Molly runs for her coat and mittens; obviously, she is ready to see all her friends at school.

After dropping her off, and confirming a 4:30 pick-up time, I drop you off in front of your office building and head for Home Depot and a couple of other stores for my 'errand run'.
 
Stealing a kiss from you before I slip from the car, it feels good to be back at work. It is a trail of a high profile politician, a man charged with taking bribes and indulging in talks with the mob. Seems like everything will go fairly easily, I decided as I talk with my boss and some others in the office. When lunch rolls around, I head downstairs with my file folders and slip into the car, giving you another kiss.

"Where are you taking me for lunch? Hopefully somewhere delicious and decedent." I say with a grin.
 
"You mean some place that has real food?" You are always trying to get me to eat healthy, so this is my chance to tease you a bit.

Driving to one of my favorite places from my bachelor days . . . excellent food, and a selection of desserts if we are so inclined. I know you can't talk about what you are working on in the office, but I can guess that didn't call you in for some routine breaking and entering or petty theft; the smile when you came out let me know that you enjoyed being in the office.

Conversation over lunch . . . mostly about our family, and the change to come in the next few weeks. I am looking forward to it . . but, Jesus, what am I in for. As we finish lunch, I reach under the table and give your thigh a squeeze. "Ready for that ride I promised you last night?"
 
I laugh as I feel your hand squeezing my thigh, a blush coming to my cheeks as you talk about the ride I promised you last night. Finishing the last of my meal, a give you a grin as you pick up the tab and we make our way back out to the car.

"Only if it's a nice, long hard ride." I say as I buckle in, looking over at you for a moment before I lean in and kiss you gently.
 
"I'm sure it will be just what you are looking for . . . long, hard, sometimes slow and deep, sometimes hard and fast . . . pretty sure the ending will be unbelievable."

Driving slowly home, more traffic than usual, must be the season or time of day. My fingers idly play with you knee, sneaking under the hem of your skirt to find some bare skin that is soft and, from the squirm I see, must be connected to your pleasure center.
 
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