Giving Michael and me a kiss each. Michael was still sad. He hadn't got over the bad day at school he had. “Mom, I don't want you to go,” he said ...n a sad voice.I looked at Diana at that moment, feeling sorry for her, but also hoping she would stay. But then I got a grip on my emotions. This needed to happen I guess. I think I need to know how I will react to it when it does. It will help me understand where I am, and what I need to do with my life. In the meanwhile, Michael's words made Diana. “Oh, fuck, Hazel, your husband is a machine,” the voice quavered. It was Ivy, her mom’s friend, and sometimes her babysitter.She could hear her mother say something but couldn’t make out the words.Brie was startled to hear Ivy’s familiar voice in the house this late at night. She hadn’t been there when Brie had gone to bed. The young girl pushed the pillow away and picked her head up off the bed to listen to the sounds and dirty talk. She almost dared not to breathe.Ivy cried out again, her. Neither partner was in a hurry. Ned decided tasting was better than touching and moved his mouth over her nearest nipple. Kisses, tongue laps, lips pressing down to remold the elasticity, tender tooth grips extending the masses upward into perfect geometric cones brought forth murmurs and moans. The play extended until Ned felt too aroused to continue with simple petting. The nipple playing was going to turn into genital frolicking. He rose up and moved completely over Quinella. She invited. “I have to admit it shocked me, Moira. But maybe I deserved it,”“How can you say that?”“We were the closest friends. I should have said ... something.”“Why didn’t you?”“Because I was scared to come out to you. Your rejection, except my parents, it was the one I worried about. I wanted to love you the way you wanted me to. The way you loved me entirely. I think I disappointed myself maybe more than I disappointed you.”“What was it like ... trying?”“It wasn’t sexy like it needed to be. Everything.