..”I almost didn’t hear her because MY Dillon was kissing me.Tonight, I didn’t feel guilty. I didn’t have to sneak a touch. I didn’t have to...dream of being in my lover’s arms. That’s the way we fell asleep. It’s wonderful. In the night, I awoke to go to the bathroom, returning to find him still there. I formed against him gently, not trying to wake him because I know he has to work tomorrow. But yes, I did gently fondle him. He IS mine.Of course, Dil’s a guy with a REAL job that’s tied to heavy. I also wished I could at least hear them, I mean that would have been nice, but I had to settle for just watching them. Then I just couldn't take it anymore, I came all over the floor. “Now that was hot,” I said. By then he was laying on the floor and she was riding him bouncing up and down like mad. I really wouldn't think that would be too comfortable doing it on hardwood, but that didn't stop them from doing the deed. Even after I came all over the floor, I still watched them have sex. It. ”“Yes, yes it is,” he shouted back, running alongside the boat on the swirling waves.“Oh, thank fudge for that,” the boatman grinned. “Where are you going, Gingerbread Man?”“I’m trying to get to the Fairy Gingermother’s home,” panted the Gingerbread Man, trying his hardest to keep up.“You are? Hop aboard, matey, for I, too, am going there!” The boatman steered his pink and purple sugar boat into the shoreline, just close enough for the Gingerbread Man to hop aboard. He stretched out his hand,. This was about to commence and I could tell that each of us looked forward to it. We were unabashed hedonists and celebrated our religious ordinances accordingly. It was at the heart of our worldview.“By the way, congratulations. In the past thirty-six hours or so, you’ve personally impregnated every last woman in Chesty’s ‘Naked Widows’ club. Including those four who are happily married to members of Lenny’s gang of horny leather slaves. I’ve made each of them conceive triplets, half as many.