I want that so BAD. But I don't WANT to want it.As far as I can tell, there's nothing more to change. Except my mind,and that's changed plenty alrea...y, as far as I'm concerned. But I don'tsee how I can stop it.OCTOBER 30Well. This explains a lot.Everything, really. I know what's going on, now.Let me explain.Now, it had felt kind of nice to wake up so close to Ian. (Okay... morethan just, "kind of.") But I know I feel that way only because of thechanges that have happened. I'm not about. I gave away knowing for I got a little tensebeing around those two. I did not want to let it slip. If I knew oneof them knew I knew then I would not have gotten tense. It would beeasier to cover up letting something little out.Instead of trying to cover it up, Bridgette just told Stacy she wouldsee us at our place for we needed to talk. Stacy still tried to actlike nothing was up so did not take Bridgette's offer of a ride. Onthe way home, she wondered out loud what Bridgette needed to. As the celebration wound down and a handful of guests lingered, Prince Daniel excused himself for the evening. He was customarily a moderate drinker but the strange events of the day and his lighthearted nature had left him in a somewhat indulgent mood. As he stumbled up the stairs to his chambers, he recounted the day’s events especially the incident that had preceded the feast. Much as he tried to set it aside, the peculiarity of it preoccupied his mind. But what was done, was done…”move. Splitting his attention between the pussy he was working on and the creamy mounds of flesh on her chest Eric felt his tongue start to tire. He thought about stopping but he could tell by her body language that she was close to orgasm; her breathing was getting shallower and her hips were moving a stronger sense of urgency."Want to come?" Eric asked her, curling his fingers until they brushed against her g-spot."Uhh, yeeeaaahhh," Carrie moaned, drawing out her words as a spasm passed through her.