I’m feeling better, though I’m still pretty fuzzy about what happened Saturday night. I don’t even remember who I met. If I hadn’t written dow... all that drivel in the middle of the night, I’d have no idea. I almost deleted it when I read it because it didn’t make sense. I’m glad I didn’t. I wrote down what I needed to know.Quid pro quoI woke up this morning in the little bed upstairs with Cinnamon cuddled up next to me. We were packed in with a pile of blankets on top of us. You’d think neither. ?Very well, then, let’s get this started,? I answered. I took the bottle of oil and poured some more over her body, and her head. I then took a large, half-liter cup, full of the oil and held her head up as I put it against her trembling lips. ?What is this for, master?? she asked.?The oil you are about to drink is to help you cook nicely from the inside and well as the outside, we don’t want your insides to dry out, do we,? I said.?Very well, master,? she replied.I told her to drink it all. Her arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him close, bringing him deeper inside her.Oh my God, you're so beautiful, he thought, as he moved his fingers through her hair, pushing the dark strands away from her face. You're so beyond me. How is this even possible?Michelle pulled his shirt up to his shoulders, so that he could feel her bare breasts pressing against his chest and her hands sliding over his back. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. They embraced, their lips. I felt her sex juice flow around my dick. The three of us collapsed, Julie in the middle. We held each other, caressed and kissed lightly. I don’t know how long we were like that, nor did I care.“Now I can answer your question from earlier. What do I think of Hanna? The answer is tied to you, Julie. I know we’ve been together for about eight months and well, I’ve been thinking for about a month but I really do love both of you. If I could, no, if we could, I d ask you both to marry me. I can’t.