By the time we reached my dorm, her fingers were inside my shirt stroking my chest. And somehow I had worked my hand between her jeans and panties and...was cupping the curve of her amazing buttocks in my palm. We broke our embrace long enough to light a votive candle – the only alternative to switching on the environmentally friendly, but aesthetically hideous, florescent room lights. In the warm, flickering light, I watched Donna unfold on my bed. She stretched out on her back, fingers. Neither moved until Lottë pulled the duvet over them. They slept.Lottë woke first some two hours later. Neither had moved. Lottë did not now but just lay there blissfully. She could still not quite get over the fact that Uncle Robin loved her as he did but there was no doubt about it and she could not have been happier. The physical love-making had been out of this world and she wondered at his gentleness and understanding. That was wrong. She knew he understood and from what her father had. You can entertain these people, you can explain that because you’re so fucking stubborn I had to leave, you can explain that you’re sorry that I couldn’t be here.’ ‘Are you fucking delusional? This is your party, this is mostly your family. And you’re not coming home?’ I say, starting to yell. ‘Where the fuck do you think you’re staying tonight? Is there something else we should be fighting about? Is there something I should know?’ He turns away from me, clenching his hands into fists and. Second, you inspire warm and loving feelings in the ladies, and I commend that. The fact that you pleased them sexually makes me happy. You know I am not monogamous, nor am I a fan of exclusivity, so you saw first hand how I manage to dance in that space." The ladies all really love you, sir." And I love them, even Gail whom I hadn't met before Friday." You have a unique relationship with your daughters, sir." Wilkins chuckled at his understatement."Uhmmm, Wilkins, given that we were fucking my.