Later we separated and were lying next to each other. In her post orgasm bliss her funny self broke cover again, to inform me of quite an important th...ng in an amusing way, as always."I, the undersigned Wendy Adair, as your one leg fiancée, hereby declare to be able to have sex with you in other positions as well." she spoke in a deep and sober voice, slowly, as if taking an oath."All right then, we'll try them all," I replied chuckling."Okay, I can't embrace you with my legs but I'll try the. It is far more sinister speaking quietly instead.You hesitate so I give you a helping hand by shoving you forward. You fall face first down onto the mattress. Another cry escapes you.“What do you want from me?”“You shall find out soon enough.” I laugh softly. It dawns on you what it is I have in store.“Oh God! Please! No….” You begin sobbing violently.“Sssh…” I soothe. “Don’t fight me. It will hurt if you struggle.”I take the liberty of stroking your hair with my leather gloved hand as though. S a note to everyone who took the time to comment on my first story... “Becky’s Really Hot Day” ... IT WAS A SPOOF! Please see my bio for more details. My problem now is that I am working eight storylines at once and not getting any finished. For some reason this one grabbed my interest this morning and finished itself ... NO SEX I need to offer thanks to sbrooks103x who graciously agreed to edit this offering. He went beyond my wildest expectations and has my utmost respect. If there are. "Of course, we're doing the cooking. No reason to share," Esme muttered,mostly to herself."Hmm?" The boys, in the living room," Esme tried to explain."What?" Stef looked worried. "Do you think they're not getting along?"Esme placed a hand on her arm. "They're fine. Jay says he likes Ethan."She watched Stef deflate in relief.Stef directed and Esme followed. Peeling potatoes, chopping vegetables.They talked. Past boyfriends. Esme edited Max and wondered what Stef wasediting out of her own.