I leaned into him, weakening from pleasure, completely at his mercy. Another finger slid in my, now sopping wet, hole as he breathed into the side of ...y face. He pushed deeper inside me as I let his working hand go to slowly run my dripping fingers over his lips. He licked his bottom lip and took my fingers into his mouth to taste me fully, not stopping the penetration of his thick digits below. I couldn’t help but grind my hips into him as my body moved to his rhythm all on its own- and I was. "Yep: That sounds like Mom. She's a sucker for a sob story," March said."But that's not the weird part!" Dinah gave up on the coffee; she turned towards her sibs. "They spent the night talking about *Ellis*!" Ellis?"March grinned. "Maybe he's *her* half-brother." Don't be stupid," Deana said."Maybe they switched him and her brother at the hospital." Yeah, right," Dinah crossed her arms. "We wouldn't have such luck."There was a scream from the living room; Deana and Dinah responded; March. I ran down fairly soon, though. Performance nights were always a bit tiring, and the last few days had been pretty ... well, eventful was too mild a word. I needed sleep myself. I offered to carry him upstairs if he wanted to join me in bed, but he declined. He would like a bit more food, if I'd be so good—still that almost formalized courtesy—and I obliged, refreshed his water again and rinsed out the shot glass before I put everything down for him. I made sure the door was cracked so he could. Natalie smirked, “She presented the bill! I told her I couldn’t promise anything except to let you know she’d like to spend some time with you. And she’d like to get the same kind of lessons, both in life and sex.”“Your mom just barely came to terms with you and me in St. Petersburg,” I replied.“Nicole is not going to tell her, and she knows how to keep a secret. You know that.”“She does, obviously, given she kept our secret. Let me think about it. Timing would be difficult because of.