He didn’t stir at first, but as Casey pressed her breasts to his chest and rubbed her wet pussy against his thigh; his eyes fluttered open and were ...ide with surprise. ‘’Honey,’’ he murmured ‘’what are you doing?’’ Casey silenced any more stupid questions by crushing her mouth against his lips and pushing her eager tongue into his mouth. He gave in, smiling sleepily through the hard kiss. Casey jerked away and slid down to his boxer shorts, yanking them off and thrusting his already hard dick. It was still me. My past, my memories, my upbringing, my entireconsciousness that were still the primary lens by which I saw life.Perhaps through some sense of obligation, I felt that I should subjugatemyself to Jen and her life. I tried to defer myself to her, to let herdominate. But as she went about her life, awkwardly at best, I was there.Observing. No. Experiencing. Living. Feeling. Influencing more andmore, in spite of myself. In spite of my imagined obligation to honorher existence. I. For a while the soft clink of glasses gently handled and the whispering motion of our skirts were the only sounds to be heard in the drawing room.Then the Hollinshed twins took up the subject of the pamphlet again, this time somewhat fortified by the alcohol they had already drunk. "I say, Wharton!" said Peter. "That bit about 'the big fat pig' could be changed!" In what way?" Wharton replied rather languidly."Well, for one thing, I think you could make it more poetic," said Wharton."Yes! More. "Time to go soon."She wakes and says, "Oh, sure, I guess I nodded off."I wait in the lounge room for her to get ready. We set off and she drives us to Tara's.Melissa opens the door. "Hiii, Mary," she says, giving me a big hug."Melissa, this is my mum, Cheryl. Mum, this is Melissa, the first one I met on the beach." Nice to meet you, Melissa," Mum says."Likewise, Cheryl. Please come in and make yourselves at home."Mum and I sit on the sofa. Melissa goes upstairs and returns in a minute with Tara.