"Are You hungry? I could make up some french toast if You'd like"Her voice came out soft, subdued. Her eyes were light, with a faint smile in them."Th... least I could do for You. Unless You have a busy day ahead of Yourself. After all, I failed to have Your coffee ready."Stephan is regarding her offering. He also realizes that she never did ask forgiveness. Looking her up and down, noting the white tee shirt, and her mismatched socks, He laughs to Himself."No. I don't think Ill eat here. Its. I'm only afraid that I may not be able to do everything with you I wanted to."I smiled gently, ideas of what she might have dreamed up floating through my mind. "Whatever you want to do, just say so and we can."She blinked at me as understanding hit her. "The others can do what they want... ?"I nodded."Is there anything you haven't done with them?" she asked softly.Having lived with so many women, I had noticed potentially troubling questions. That was one of them.Reaching down and stroking her. The ache of not knowing where he was, of just not being with him, was overwhelming. Was this the price of love or infatuation or whatever it was? I wasn't sure I was willing to pay it.On the other hand, how do I avoid paying it? How do I stop feeling the need to be with him? How do I give up the excitement of anticipating that I'm going to be with him?The steps I had taken to get into this situation had been voluntary, but now that I was here, it didn't seem voluntary at all. We weren't exactly. ."I stopped and pulled her into my arms. I held her close as we both felt our wet genitals melding together. I kissed her softly and said,"How can I fix it sweetheart? Shall I stop fucking other women?" No Dave... no that isn't it... I know you don't want to stop... I don't want to stop fucking other guys either... it just was weird..." What can I do to make it better... ?"I don't know... just love me."I kissed her again and said,"Lets get a shower and I will show you who my favorite fuck is..