And Kayla and me."Yes, I have made love with Kayla and Brooke. You can say it." I blushed again. "You're missing something here. The girls don't want ...o just make love with each other and with me. They want to have a man as well."Her words lashed me physically. My body tensed from the impact. Me? Both girls want to make love to me? On the surface my mind was appalled but under the surface the visions started playing again. The ones I had of Brooke, Kayla and me. Brooke, Kayla and me having sex,. "It's tough not to have spontaneous combustion listening to you two over there." I can feel her smile.She puts her leg over mine and snuggles closer to me, carefully moving my cock down so it now rests between her thighs, her lips, her hair in warm wetness. I hold her tightly with my arm around her and holding her ass, roll to my back slightly picking her up, and slide my other arm under her so I can grab her ass with both hands. I squeeze her ass and pull her towards me even tighter. She. "Mark" is rather ordinary, so maybe I'd better spell it backward as "Kram" (although "FatSoHog" - short for "Father, Son and Holy Ghost" - has some comic appeal).Someone reading the books, probably an archaeologist or linguist trying to translate them, will pronounce the god's name out loud (I can guarantee that'll happen, even if I have to put the impulse into his or her head), whereupon I'll appear in all my awesome majesty - so not in bright yellow Speedos - and if Mark Anderson exists in. My body ached and the sheets were damp and tangled when I woke up. Looking towards the window, I could see a hint of daylight through the curtain. Having no plans for the morning, I stretched and sank back into my pillows, trying to bring up some of the dream that nagged at my mind. I sensed it had something to do with the mysterious customer from the diner last night. Giving up, I dragged myself out of bed and took a shower, then went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. After a light.