" I'm saying he hasn't gotten tired of sex." He's not gay." I didn't say he was gay." He's not cheating on me." How do you know that?" I'm quite sure ...hat wherever he is right now, and whatever he's doing, he'd be quite happy to swear on a stack of Bibles that you're not lying naked with an exotic dancer, talking about why you're frustrated." I'm cheating on him," she whispered."Would you stop that?" His voice was loud. "Okay. You're cheating a little bit. You've had an orgasm. You're going to. “Well, you could turn your schedule around. Stay up later and sleep a while before I get home. Eventually you’d get used to it and be on basically the same schedule as me.”“Yeah, but I’d still be alone in bed.” I shook my head. I would have been glad to sleep with her, but sleeping wouldn’t have been uppermost in my mind. I didn’t tell her that.“They lay off most of the cutting crews in the winter. Don will be back at the mill in a couple of months,” I said, even though that sounded like little. . that damn old tarot card witch! If she had something to do with this...Suddenly Kristen spied a young man, about her age, walking towards the village with a cow. She hurried forward and caught up with him."Excuse me," she said, "What's that village up there called?"The young man just stared at her, and Kristen suddenly remembered that she was very scantily clad, and not only that but her breasts seemed to be practically popping out of their confines. A sudden breeze picked up, and before she. My hand remained cupped to her breast. Sheila placed her hand over mine and pulled it tight to her body as she slept.We cuddled together in blissful warmth. I wanted to stay under the sheets forever, but I needed to take a piss. With a bad case of morning wood, my erection found a home between the hills of Sheila’s fanny. As pleasant as it felt, I wouldn’t be able to stop my body from unleashing a flood if I didn’t get out bed soon. Wetting the bed wasn’t an option.I untangled myself from.