She wanted to give him her best dirty look, her fuck-you, you-fucker, you-bastard, I-hate-you look, but she didn’t. Melody, her voice pitched high,...said, “Damn, that’s wicked. How long has it been since she’s come?”Cole asked, “Pet?”Her finger clean, she said, “Six days, Ma’am.”“And how many edges?”“Fifty-one now, Sir.”Melody said, “That would kill me.”Jill said, “Me too.”Cole asked, “Do you like being edged?”Sarah looked at him. Knew she was supposed to be honest. “Not really, Sir.”Cole. I stroked my thumb up and down the back of her hand.“I’m sure that sword isn’t,” she said and pushed back harder, “but I’m not interested in fencing with you.”I arched an eyebrow.She shook her head. “Definitely dangerous. Go, sit down, son. You’re younger than my own boy. I’m not about to relax with you.”“You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”Her face hardened. “I know exactly what I’m missing out on. If you love someone, would you hurt them?”Her words sent a chill through me. My vow to. I get the impression he’s not really that interested in me...” She says nervously. “Am I doing something wrong?”“Noooo...” Dennis laughs, “Not yet, anyway ... He’s probly just a bit confused by this building ... The sound is funny, must be fucking wif ‘is ears... ‘e’ll settle daaan...” He keeps stroking the dog’s head and neck from behind whilst Rosemary strokes him from the front.There doesn’t appear to be anything wrong with Rosemary, and she certainly didn’t smell bad on set. Definitely no. Jen was on the verge of passing out and I collapsed limply beside her as Courtney took over and rubbed my come all over Jen's body, scooping up the drops that were closest to her lips and feeding them to our lover. Jen sucked on Courtney's fingers as we all fell into exhausted sleep.I slipped out from between my lovers early in the morning and watched them roll together, kissing softly even though neither was fully awake. I went out to bake cinnamon rolls.Good morning, sweetheart. I'm glad it's.