We'll be married on this Thursday, and the world is full of people who think that's just crazy, but we're both stone cold sober and we're both adults,...and we mutually agreed to this, so why not?We got the license. Went home. Made love. LOVE! Not sex. I've matured enough to know the difference now. We made love. I was properly cuddled and kissed and caressed and then taken to the mountaintop and thrown off, to drift screaming ... three times. Then we showered and went to dinner together, to a. " It's alright baby." Honey...can we turn off the lights?" Baby, no. Don't worry. I'm gonna give you a massage first." Please honey, can we turn off the lights?" Baby, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. You don't need the lights off." ..." There is nothing that'll turn me off about your body. You know that. It'll be fine." ...Okay."I had an ex-girlfriend who asked me the exact same question. I turned off the lights and didn't know where the fuck my tongue was. I would not repeat that. Roughly a half mile from the Ruark's, with Helen's face buried in his crotch, Dutch spied Alice roaring past in the opposite direction."How are we fixed for time, really?" He asked.Helen immediately understood the urgency in his tone and taking her mouth away from his throbbing prick, replied, "I guess we can make time." Are you sure?" he asked, "Alice Ruark just passed us. She's headed home. We can use the mirrored room." Well then, turn this chariot around, Mr. Ben Hur; let's get it on under. Shirley had only recently started to get over the loss of her twin. I was told to be good to Shirley and go along with whatever she said. “Don’t ask her about her sister,” Ella said.I had not really looked at Shirley at dinner, all I had noticed was she had a lot of long blond hair which she seemed to continuously be tucking behind her ear. Everyone else had gone to work, as she served me a breakfast of fried eggs and bacon. I noted her hair was up in a pony tail and she no longer.