Daium halted, hand going out to the metal wall to keep her balance, the other two copying her lead. Alicia's hand crept closer to her weapon. Justin's...eyes flicked down at the movement."Don't, Alicia. We're outnumbered." We ARE getting through."He nodded."Alive, though. If we're going to fight, we need to hook up with Chuck and Rinda first." NO FIGHTING!"Daium literally growled at her lovers."No fighting! I'll talk to them." Her eyes went to the center one. "I think that's the same one I talked. . At least twice every morning and twice every evening." I figured it out. Something like six thousand times." You really are serious. How many times are you figuring you fuck me every day - four?"He nodded, then shrugged. "More or less. Rounding up." That's probably not far off, but you're not looking for precision on this, are you? What are you driving at?" She reached for him while she grinned into his eyes. He kept his hands busy on her body."We screw a lot, love. It's always great, but I. It was a few days before New years when we were all having breakfast when I asked my parents if they could watch our daughter the night so that my husband and I could go to a few pubs and bars and have a few drinks and dance a little. They said sure thing not a problem at all. During the course of that morning I book my husband and Into a hotel room for that night to have some private time. Around 16h30 we got dressed and just after 17h30 him and I left for a night out in Jeffery's Bay. Once in. I'm not advocating **** (although it's a delicious fantasy!), but merely stating that you, as men, should know when our bodies are saying something our mouths deny.For example: Ricky, the (what is it? Eighteen? Okay!) 18-year-old high school student (he's been held back four times. Four times, get it?) who mows my lawn in the summer was doing so on a really hot day last August. He had his shirt off as he did so, and I was ten times hotter than the actual temperature as I watched him. Furiously.