She opened her mouth to reply that she loved him too, but he placed a finger on her lips and shook his head. Then he smiled and bent to kiss her again... This time it was done tenderly. She smiled against his lips. She did not understand why he did not want her to say it, but she had a feeling he seemed to want some penance for what had happened and withholding her love from himself was some sort of punishment. Soon Rufus stepped back and divested himself of his clothes. Then he stepped forward. , baby, you’re not mad at me, are you? Please don’t be mad! I’m, like, so sorry I didn’t tell you! It’s like I’ve been using you for your sperm or something!” the hippie exclaims, now starting to feel wracked with guilt. “No, I’m not mad. I really want to help you…and Milo,” J.J. replies in a thoughtful tone, trying to hide his excitement. “Groovy! So, we can keep making the scene?” the hippie exclaims happily. “Yeah, we started working on it, so might as well get the job done,” the stud. It was amazing how many hours were in a day when I wasn’t frantically sleeping off some kind of hangover. I ended up buying a Rosetta Stone course on Russian and doing it sporadically with my free time, because I was sick of him spouting off at the mouth with the language at random times. I read some more Stephenson, looked into Simmons’ Hyperion.I flitted from topic to topic and puzzle cube to puzzle cube and remembered why I hated sobriety. See, I would pick up a cube and study it, noticing. Both women moved to make Seb's access easier and he was now touching two panty-covered cunts which his fingers proceeded to stroke. Valerie, who was to Seb's right, had got his trousers undone and he raised his backside off the settee so that they could be pulled partway down his legs which was accomplished with each woman giving them a little tug.Christine had got Seb's shirt unbuttoned so he was currently in a more undressed state than the women were so he stopped stroking cunt and undid.