We were on the bed in 69 position. Two fingers, then three and pushed hard. She was shouting, partly in pain but I didn’t budge. I wanted to feel mo...e, deeper side of her. Suddenly I hit something soft and muddy. I stopped pushing. I knew what it was. I hit a piece of shit inside her. Somehow my fingers felt nice when I touched them. She stopped shouting for once and said.“You shouldn’t have gone that deep”“It is ok” I replied and continued grinding her ass with my fingers. All my four fingers. I went into our bedroom and began my search. Starting at the bed Jill and I had shared since we married, I began a systematic search of crevices and mattress seams looking for more bugs or evidence they were around. Except for the two I'd already found I didn't find another or evidence there were more of them.Looking under the bed I noticed the small cloth satchel amongst the dust and rolls of gift wrapping paper Jill kept there. Jill used the bag to take with her to work if she was going to. Have sex ... with a woman. I have to feel something for her. I have to like her. Sometimes I even think I love her. Like you said ... whatever that means. I guess I feel like sex is for making babies. It’s fun too, but it’s mostly for making babies. So I wouldn’t do that with any woman unless ... I don’t know ... unless I thought she’d make a good mother or something ... a mother I could love.”That was a lot to chew on and Erica chewed for a while. Bobby sat there and sipped his milk. Seeing. Ednesday, April 6, 2005I was outside my sisters' bedroom door at 6am, when a bleary-eyed Donna came out. She'd be firing on all cylinders in a few more seconds. We headed outside.Once we were on the sidewalk, I said, "First point of business. No pretty girls have hugged me today, and I need one to before I can run properly." And I gave her a quick hug. I could see she really wasn't in the mood, but that was okay, they're there for when she is.She said, "You're just trying to make me go easy on.