Our tongues danced. I sucked his tongue in. All the while, we were moving, moving. He pressed the side of his face to mine and wrapped his arms around...my neck, driving his hips, driving me up inside him, driving his dick up my belly. I caressed his flexing back and bottom, and the feel of them working under my palms gave me pleasure.I closed my arms tightly behind his waist, and hugged him tightly to me. I lifted my hips off the chair, feeling his weight settle harder into my lap and my. I really want to feel him there.’ ‘I can get you the stuff from work but, Lena, you must be careful. You can tear yourself there and, if you don’t exercise your sphincter you’ll become loose. You must be careful, OK?’. ‘Yes, I’ll be careful. Let me tell you everything again, I enjoy telling you.’ And I did before we went to bed. The next day when I got home from work Jo was in fixing dinner as she always did when on earlies. I asked her about the enema kit, yes she had it and we’d try it later.. You don’t have to do this, you really don’t.”“Will you stop saying that! Of course I have to do this! I’m the perfect challenge contestant! You said so yourself! Now, will you please start over and let me get on with this shit? We’re running out of time!”David started again, filming Michael walk into the closet and stretch onto his tippy toes. “Hi. I’m Michael Collins. I’m 14 years and 3 days old, and I’m taking the Rambone challenge with my friend David. This is his closest, and this is the. Not exclusively. Not anymore.The microwave beeped. He exchanged the eggs for a steaming cup of caffeinated velocity.Does that mean she’s ours? What if one of us doesn’t want to share? Or what if she doesn’t want to be shared? What then?He took a sip, physically satisfied but existentially troubled. The coffee was a pale shadow of what it had once been, but it no longer mattered.I know what I feel, I know what she feels, I’m pretty sure I know what Bill feels, but I don’t know what any of us.