Sex With My Chubby And His Best Friend

"How are the discussions with the Assembly going?" Nancy inquired. Carl shook his head and moaned. "I'm afraid it's not looking well. Even after months of discussions, the witches and Lycans are still apprehensive of each other. And the magicians have gone quiet, so neither side believes there is anything to be concerned about." "I'll speak to Fay," Barbie responded, referring to her aunt, who was also the leader of her own Pretoria coven. "We need to make some headway in these negotiations." Hopefully, the abduction of Carl will be sufficient motivation to get things going toward a true solution." "Right," Carl said. "Now, let's get down to business," he said to Rickey. "Rickey, you mentioned working on a strategy to beef up our security forces?" "Yes, I intended to conduct additional recruiting drives." I'm sure there are many Lycans in other clans who would be prepared to move..." They all listened to Rickey's thoughts, added some of their own, and agreed to continue the debate later. "Could we possibly have some lunch?" Nancy pleaded. Knox kissed her on the lips. "Of certainly," she says. Barbie, Rickey, Carl, can you please join us? I requested that Noah bring some Chinese cuisine to our workplace. There's enough for everyone, even two pregnant Lycans." "Sounds lovely," Barbie replied as she rose gently from the sofa. Her own baby bump was visible, so she began wearing more maternity clothing. Rickey assisted her by putting his hand on her back. "Then you should go home, Nancy." "I'm not due for another two weeks," grumbled the younger lady. "However, remember what Dr. Brennan mentioned about being near The Woods Medical Wing this close to your due date," Carl reminded her. "And, knowing how the magicians are becoming more daring, I'm not taking any risks." "Neither am I," Knox said solemnly. "I'll take her home after lunch," he said, nodding to Carl. "All right," Carl said as he headed to his desk. "I'll join you in a minute; I just have one more email to send." As the others left his office, he sat down and turned to his computer screen. "Carl," Rickey had stayed standing after urging his wife to continue without him. "What exactly is it?" Carl inquired. "Is there anything you need to talk about privately with me?" "I'm simply...concerned for you, not only as your Beta, but also as a friend," Rickey said. He approached his desk and sat in one of the seats. Carl reclined on his chair. "All right, what exactly is it?" "Well, I don't get involved in your personal matters, and I always let you come to me for help," Rickey paused. "However, the last several months have been challenging for all of us." Most importantly, for you. As our leader, you bear the weight of the whole globe on your shoulders." Carl drew his arms around his chest. "What exactly are you saying, Rickey?" "Well, you've been preoccupied and overworked. I sometimes catch you looking into space, pondering about who knows what. And then there's the risk of going to Andres and hooking up with random ladies..." "I'm not sure what you expect from me, Rickey. Carl remarked, "You know how it has to be for me, I don't have time for relationships." "Especially not right now." You realize that I sometimes need female companionship as a diversion. You weren't celibate, even if you weren't with Barbie." "Yes, it is different. But you must take action and allow me to assist you." "Are you promising to locate me women?" Carl said casually. "I believe that's going above and above, even for a Beta." Rickey laughed. "No, no, I'm just asking if there's anything I can do to assist you... Please let me know after you've gotten whatever it is out of your system. I'll be your wingman, just like in the old days. At the very least, if I'm present, I can defend you." "Will do, but don't worry, I won't be seeing Andres anytime soon." "How are the improvements coming along?" Carl inquired, abruptly shifting the topic. Rickey and Barbie were having his whole penthouse remodeled just for the baby (and possibly future additions), so they relocated to her residence a few floors below. "Excellent, good," Rickey remarked, "we're still on track to relocate in two months." "Is anything else fine?" "Everything is OK; the baby seems to be healthy and robust." Last night, he or she kicked for the first time." Rickey grinned, which was unusual in Carl's experience with him but had become more often in recent months. It was clear that his buddy was pleased, joyful, and madly in love with his wife. Carl was envious, but he was relieved that Rickey and Barbie had finally chosen to be together after 10 years. It was the one nice thing that came out of the whole mage situation. "Excellent news," Carl said. "All right, let's go join everyone before Nancy and your wife eat all the egg rolls." Carl left his office at the end of the day, said good night to his admin Noah, and went down to Jennifer Corp's private garage. June Abby, his day's driver and bodyguard, was already waiting for him. "Good evening, Darian," he said as he pushed open the door. "Thank you, Abby," he said as he climbed into the rear of the town vehicle. The driver shut the door and sat in the front seat. "Darian, just back to The Woods?" "Yes," he said. Abby started the vehicle, and it drove out of the garage. Carl looked out the window as they drove uptown. He had a busy day and got a lot of work done, but now that his mind was shutting down, he couldn't help but remember his talk with Rickey. His mind was also occupied with a particular delectable Carl who appeared to have gone under his skin. Ellen had been on his thoughts a lot during the last two days. The aroma of her and her sumptuous body stayed in the corners of his mind, taking over his thoughts whenever he had a spare minute. He couldn't get her lovely lips out of his head, how they curved perfectly against his. Of course, he envisioned much more than simply his taste. He imagined how her bare breasts would feel against his chest, what she would taste like if he licked her till she yelled his name, and how her lovely face would appear as she collapsed in his arms. "Abby," he cried out to the driver. "What exactly is it?" "Do you have your GPS turned on?" Could you kindly do a fast search for me? "I believe I'd prefer to go out to supper first." "Of cours," Abby said as she slowed the vehicle and stopped to the side. "Where do you want to go?" "Look for eateries." The other Lycan said nothing and just obeyed Carl's orders. He typed the address into the GPS gadget and waited a few seconds. "All right, . We can be there in an hour-and-a-half. Traffic is a bitch, oh, I mean, it's heavy traveling into Stone Rock this time of day, is that alright, sir?" "No worries. Go ahead."