I uncorked and felt my fluids flow. I didn’t hesitate chewing away the third nail. Knuckles-deep, they found their way and attacked mercilessly. I f...rgot how to breath. I know I’m supposed to inhale and exhale the same number of times, but that wasn’t happening. My knees converged. I grunted, and even I think it’s sexy when I grunt so I did it again. My fingers were drumming double-time so hard I felt them from the outside. I was so close but I wasn’t ready. I climbed onto the bed and sat back. Troilism is the actual name for it. And the definition of troilism is a third person deriving sexual pleasure from a sexual act involving two others. You two are not the only ones getting pleasure from the relationship; I am, too." I looked straight into his eyes. "And it's a real turn on, believe me. So I'm happy for it to carry on as long as Kelly wants it to."Carl looked at me and nodded. There was a broad grin on his face. "In that case, Ben, I'll do my very best to keep you happy!"I. I just asked where she was going to get models. “You must have to pay people to do that,” I said. “No, I’d just get volunteers. I figure that Alan would do it. He’s shy, but he doesn’t seem to have any complexes about his body.” I try not to be sexist, but I guess it’s a difficult thing to root out entirely. When Diana said “nudes” I just thought of women. But I knew better than to say that. I’d get a whole lecture. So I just nodded and said “You’re probably right.” Then I added, as a kind of. As I walked in the front door, I got the shock of my life; Fiona walked up to meet me wearing her dressing gown and looking, to the world, like she had just got out of bed. Even her hair was a mess."Hi, darling," she said as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me, "I'm assuming you'll want something to eat before you get your head down!"Now I'm not the smartest guy in the world. But I didn't get off the fucking boat yesterday; somehow I got the feeling that something was just not kosher.