I open my eyes. It’s still dark with the exception of the street light passing through the window across the bed, softly lighting it on a pleasantl... warm evening. I am facing the wall opposite of the windows. There’s a tender breeze bathing the bed, slightly moving the sheer lace curtains as they move to and from the window casings. Thoughts roll through my head while I’m still foggy. I look at the clock and realize it is only half way through the night. I’m very glad that I only wore. And Mrs. Liam Estrada,” Gail blushed as Stavros entered her from behind and started fucking her in earnest with his satyr dick.“That will be changed to Finnegan in time, but we haven’t had time to make that official, so technically, I’m Mrs. Estrada for now. In case any of you wondered,” Becky told us all.“What she said,” Liam smiled, before kneeling to me for his collar ... and yes, it had a leash attached to it. By now, he had long since dropped his Grim Reaper outfit.“He’s ... he’s .... I realize that the wetness from earlier must have been the juices of Amy. Fuck.I'm getting hard. Why would I be getting hard over a cock?You're getting hard over the fact Amy's pussy has been over it and you want to taste her.I shake my head at the inner conflict, and I can see Nate staring at me now."Why are you being a pussy?" he looks at me."I'm not" Then fucking do it" his eyes burn through mine."I'm not gay" my eyebrows scrunch."you'd just be helping me out" he snarls."Do it yourself" my. Notbecause of me, but because of her."I cannot let you pay," she said. But I could not let her pay. I toldher that if she would accept this gift from me it would make me trulyhappy. And it did.Being without her was hard. Much harder than I imagined. But when shereturned it was hard to know which of us was happier. She was so full ofjoy she seemed to bring our home alive. It was really our home by thattime.As a reward not for my gift, but for enduring her absence withacceptance, she.