.. she knew my reputation. It was why she'd come to me, after all. There was no place for a woman – a pregnant one, anyway – in my life. Was there...We listened to music; Bruch's 'Scottish Fantasy', 'Fingal's Cave', a CD of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards that I hadn't had long ... we snuggled together and listened. When the rain started, I lit the oil-fired heater, though I turned it down to a low heat. When I looked at Grace she was still frowning a little, at least when she didn't realise I was. The creative batteries need recharging, and the burnout is very real. Not to worry, I'll be back eventually!)==========After another long absence..."We're back, bitches."And on CHYOA, of all places."Right? I mean, Literotica is cool and all, but this place is fuckin' dope. Hands down."If we had hands, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could. "Mmmm" she moaned as she enjoyed the taste. "You are an incredible cocksucker Miss James." said the older man as he held the back of her head. He then pulled her to her feet and started to kiss her full on the lips. She responded, letting him explore her mouth with his tongue. The young lad lifted up her mini skirt and was squeezing her bum, just how she liked it. She felt him pulling down her panties. "Wow!" the yong man exclaimed, "she's a special girl." The older man smiled. "Fucking perfect. " I looked at Carlita. She was smiling. I was smiling, too. Those trips are memorable, the two of us bonding. Now we add Brindy.With each day that passes, I shed a little apprehension about being that guy with two wives. I dearly love my Carlita. My life on the planet would have been properly complete with her at my side. How does a guy's life get MORE complete? That would be Brindy. I see the two of them and I see two distinct personalities. Brindy is often subject to quiet moods. Carlita.