“Hey Sir.” He drawls. “Look how green this is…it’s like really green. And it vibrates when I do this.” He blows a raspberry on it again. �...�Pretty cool,” he giggles. A couple guests stare. I gently work the balloon from his fingers and sigh. “Oren, did you eat a brownie?” He looks confused, and shuffles his feet. “Will said you wanted me to eat it, Sir. Said you said to keep my bl**d sugar up.” ‘Will is a lying bastard, and those brownies had pot in them.’ ‘Ohh…that explains why I feel weird.’ He. A piece of lighter-looking dirt attracted his attention. Curious about what a real bird’s nest looked like, he stepped forward and peered down, pulling a piece of brush upward and out of the way.“That’s a foot,” he mumbled, almost to himself.The dirt-covered bare leg it was attached to suddenly snaked up and the foot smacked him in the face. Then a bare body was rushing past him with an excited squeal back the way they had just come.“Hey!” Jake shouted, feeling lame that he hadn’t caught her as. Not too many kids, we said, everyone dressed up nice, no booze and, yes, her mother and I would be around the whole evening. If she wanted to have Stephanie or another friend stay over, that was OK, too."OK, Dad, how many kids?"I looked at my spouse."Six?"Julie looked doubtful."Twelve?"My spouse chimed in."Uh, uh, kiddo. Eight max, no more. They don't have to be couples." Thanks, Mom, thanks Dad!"And she was off, probably to tell Stephanie all about it and decide on the guest list.My spouse and. Its you I want to watch, not him."That night we made love for the first time since the big blow-up. Five minutes into it she asked me in a voice hoarse with passion:"Are you imagining me with someone else right now?"I wasn't, but I didn't think that was what she wanted to hear. "Yeah," I whispered in her ear."Who?" Tony - the young guy in the mailroom." Is he fucking me good?" Very good" I said, "you've already had three orgasms" and Karen went over the edge in one of the strongest orgasms.