Or Die AloneChapter 10 Undercover
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August 20, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
[Written August 21]
When I woke up overly warm, I suspected Rhee was sleeping next to me. Ah, but it was worse than that. Rhee and Gracey were my neighbors in the jam-packed bed. Apparently, we had all decided to sleep here, though I do not recall anyone other than Heather conking out before me. I lifted my head to see if I could easily – or, at least, somewhat easily – extract myself from bed. Oh, joy. I’m in the middle. My action, though, let Heather know I was awake.
“Are you hot? I am, and I’ve got only one of the furnaces as a neighbor,” she whispered.
“Roasting.”
“I can get out and pull the sheet out from the foot of the bed. Perhaps you could skootch out that way.”
I smiled at her and nodded. When Heather slipped out of bed and untucked the sheet, I began slowly inching my way to the foot of the bed. By the time my knees were out from under the sheet, I began wondering how it was that neither Rhee nor Gracey had woken. Well, I figured I had a better chance with Rhee not waking, but I was a little surprised that Gracey hadn’t. I did a bit of a limbo to get out from under the sheet without tugging on it too severely.
“Thanks,” I whispered to Heather as I stood, enjoying the relative coolness.
I followed her as she headed to the bathroom, where we took turns on the throne. We agreed on a cooler shower, so washed each other, though not our hair. We then tiptoed to the kitchen.
“Are you interested in making a big breakfast for everyone?”
“Sure,” I answered, “though let’s try not to bang too many pots and pans together.”
By the time that Dad joined us, we had pancakes staying warm in the oven and were working on small omelets. I had set the dining-room table and started a pot of coffee going while Heather had made the pancakes. Dad grabbed one of the mugs I had set out, filled it with coffee, added some creamer, then took a cautious sip.
“Thanks, you two. Breakfast smells great and I really appreciate you having the coffee ready for me.”
“No prob, Dad. It’s my understanding that family does things like that,” replied Heather.
“Where are the others?”
“They’re still...,” Heather had started, but had been interrupted by the upstairs toilet flushing. “Someone is up.”
“Heather, would you go tell everyone that breakfast is imminent?”
“Sure, Beth.”
After Heather headed out, Dad said, “Beth, we haven’t told you this very often, but Sandy and I are so happy that you – and your sisters – chip in and help out so much here. We really appreciate that you do things like breakfast for everyone without being asked and that you cause so few real problems. Thank you.”
Though I was concentrating on an omelet, I blushed and began ducking my head. However, that immediately brought Liya to mind, so I lifted my head and turned it to face Dad.
“You’re welcome, Dad.”
I turned back to the omelet and folded it without it tearing or being messed up in some other fashion. Yay, me.
Breakfast was a loud, happy affair. A loud, happy affair in which the eight participants just happened to be naked, although that fact did not seem to be in anyone’s forebrain. We were just a family enjoying family and a good breakfast. That is until Rhee decided that my right nipple really needed to be slathered in boysenberry syrup. In response, Liya, to my right, decided that my left nipple needed some maple syrup. Liya then leaned over and sucked and licked the maple syrup off my right breast, which encouraged Rhee to clean and taste-test my left breast.
“Hey, no fair. I can’t reach her from here,” Heather complained, though with a grin on her face.
Since Heather wanted to try both syrup flavors, Rhee and Liya slathered my nipples, again. That led through a predictable series of challenges and counterchallenges to a spectacle. Each of the eight of us just had to sample both syrup flavors off every nipple in the room. We even did a blind taste test to see if anyone could taste whether it was a right nipple or a left nipple, despite whichever syrup was placed on it. Of course, the taste test devolved into hilarity. As we settled down and began to clean up the kitchen, Heather’s eyes began to water.
“What is it,” Gracey asked.
Heather shook her head, inhaled, and replied, “It’s this family.” After she inhaled and exhaled again, she continued, “I am so happy that I’m here, now. I never had fun with my ... biological family. I never had anything remotely like this happen there. I love you all, so much! You are so much fun!”
Rhee wrapped her arms around Heather and said, “You are, too. We, also, are very glad that you’re now living here.”
Gracey and Liya piled into that hug while I rubbed her hair from behind the others.
“I agree with Rhee,” said Carol. “You are fun, and this family is very happy to have you with us. I also agree with you, Heather. This family is incredibly fun. My life is certainly much more enjoyable now and that enjoyment is not due just to the wonderful sex I now get. However, just for the record, last night was glorious! Our Man is a spectacular lover!”
Gracey replied, “I agree with that! Friday night was ... incredible. I am definitely looking forward to more of that!”
Although she blushed when she said it, she was also grinning widely. Liya took her arms from around Heather and wrapped Gracey in them, then kissed her enthusiastically. Everyone turned to them, watching, as the kiss continued for minutes and their hands began to roam over each other.
When the two of them separated, panting, I said, “Well, that woke up someone ... or, rather, something.” I reached down and wrapped my right hand around Dad’s hardening cock, pointing it at Liya and Gracey, saying, “Since you two woke it up, you should tell it ‘good morning’ in some suitable fashion.
As Dad exclaimed, ‘Hey,” Liya stepped over to him, dropped to her knees, gently took the cock from my hand, and inserted it into her mouth. She slowly bobbed on it a few times, then leaned back.
“Good morning, Most Wonderful Cock in the World. I am very much looking forward to spending some quality time with you tonight. And with Dad, of course.”
There was much laughter.
My shoulder imp whispered a suggestion to me; I mentally nodded my head at her. Liya stood, hugged Dad while grinding her belly on his cock, then reached up and kissed him on the lips.
“I love you, Dad. I’m really looking forward to tonight.”
“So am I, Liya, my girlfriend-soon-to-be-lover.”
Liya’s body was racked by a paroxysm of pleasure with that sentence. She closed her eyes to enjoy it, then stepped back, a smile on her face.
“Sex Slave,” I stated firmly, “front and center.”
“Hey,” Dad said.
“Hush, Dad. It’ll be fine,” I responded.
When she got her wits gathered after hearing that command, Sex Slave stepped over toward me and, with her head bowed, said, “How may I serve, Mistress Beth?”
“Take the Master’s cock in hand and hold it out to each of your mistresses and ask them to say ‘good morning’ to it in the fashion that Mistress Liya did. Once you have handed Master’s cock to each of the mistresses who have not, yet, wished it a good morning this morning, you will then hand it to Mistress Liya so that she can wish it good morning again. She will join the select sorority of Master’s lovers tonight.”
Sex Slave inhaled, then said, “As you wish, Mistress Beth. Mistress Carol, I am bid to offer you Master’s cock to wish good morning.”
Carol smiled at me and nodded, then stepped over to Dad. She took Dad’s cock from Sex Slave’s hand, dropped to her knees, said “Good morning” to Dad’s cock, then bobbed on it a few times. She handed the cock back to Sex Slave, who took it reverently. Sex Slave repeated her entreaty to me, Rhee, Gracey, Heather, and then, Liya. We all followed Liya’s and Carol’s leads in sucking it into and partly out of our mouths a few times, each. Though Dad tried to act stoically, the look in his eyes suggested that he was enjoying it.
When Liya stood from her second round of sucking Dad’s cock, she said, “Sex Slave, you have done well in the task that Mistress Beth assigned you. Your reward is to wish Master’s cock good morning as we have done. However, once you have bobbed on it thrice, you will hold it in your mouth until Master allows you to release it, although you are not to make him cum. The next time he cums will be in my pussy.”
Sex Slave shivered, then responded, “Yes, Mistress Liya. Thank you, Mistress Liya.”
Dad let Sex Slave hold his cock in her mouth for 30 seconds or so, then said, “Was that good for you, Sandy?”
“Oh, yes! That was ... exhilarating.”
Dad searched her eyes for another 30 seconds or so, then held his hands out to her; she used them to stand, then hugged and kissed Dad.
After we five girls settled back from the sexual excitement of Sex Slave’s task, Gracey asked Liya if she would mind another bout of soccer practice.
“Not at all. I was going to suggest it. Everyone needs more rocket practice and you need to work on your roulette.”
When we were all upstairs getting dressed, Gracey said, “It’s too bad it’s Sunday and the pitch will probably have lots of people around it. I was going to suggest going commando until I remembered that fact. I’m still pretty buzzed from sucking Dad’s cock and from watching ... Sex Slave do your bidding, Beth. I keep forgetting that Sandy is Sex Slave for the rest of the month.”
“Gracey,” Liya asked, “that seems like you’re suggesting that you would have liked to do more sex on the pitch. Is that right?”
Gracey looked at Liya, her face coloring despite her complexion. She nodded. Liya launched herself at Gracey, hugging her tightly.
“Oh, Gracey. I love you. You’re turning me on with your larger comfort zone. I really, really want to make love with you on the pitch ... or on some pitch. I’m not sure why, but I do.”
Liya released Gracey, and vice-versa, with Liya turning to face all of us as best she could.
“That reminds me. What was last night? Are we becoming more of a five-girl item than separate two- and three-girl items? I did not once think that it was weird that we all started loving each other after Gracey got us going. That’s the first time that that’s happened. I am getting much more comfortable making love, having sex, with any one of you or all of you. I still love and want Gracey a bit more, but I really have become perfectly comfortable with having sex at any time with any number of my sister-friend-lovers. I am turned on just being with my sister-friend-lovers. Hell, I was so turned on in the kitchen with all of us sucking Dad’s cock that not only would I have been willing to have any or all of you sex me up right then on the kitchen floor, I would have let him take me, right there, right then. I thought that it would almost be right, with my whole adopted family right there to enjoy my first time having Dad’s cock inside me.”
Heather beat us all to it by wrapping Liya in a huge hug. The rest of us joined in. After a minute or so, we all stepped back.
Liya then said, “I am so fucking turned on right now. I’d really like to have Dad make love with me, from start to finish, in front of the whole family. I’d like all of you there. I’d like all of you taking part in some small fashion, whether putting your hands on us or kissing me while Dad’s inside me, or ... or I don’t know. I love you all, so much. Thank you for this wonderful life to which you’ve led me. I’m so fucking happy, like I didn’t think I would ever be, again.”
That caused another five-girl scrum hug.
“I want the same thing,” Rhee said after we released each other. “And I know that Heather does. Gracey, with your expanded comfort zone, is that something that you might want?”
“I’ve been thinking about it since Liya mentioned it. Yes, I would. Of course, I’d probably be willing to allow Dad to make love with me anywhere and anywhen, so I’m not really surprised by my interest in having my adopted family watch me make love with Dad. However, I doubt that I could do that on the pitch.”
There was much laughter.
“That sounds like a challenge, Gracey,” Rhee said, “Beth, I wonder how we can get that to happen, for each of us.”
“I don’t know, but it doesn’t seem all that outlandish, given this family. I could see a Special getting this to happen, though I don’t know whether Dad could cum seven times in a day. Of course, over a weekend...”
Everyone was silent while we each pondered how we could effect this ... fantasy.
Heather broke the silence by saying, “I don’t have any suggestions, but I wanted to see if something related were possible. If I can make love with Dad in front of the whole family, do you think that I could get the ... whole ... event videoed?”
“Wow, Heather! That’s pretty crazy, but not unexpected from you,” Gracey exclaimed. “I would be willing to do the videoing if it were possible to get various permissions to do so. We’re waiting only on the degausser to set up the archive. We’ll certainly have lots of storage space, at least for the foreseeable future, unless we go batshit crazy with video.”
I hated to break up the party, but I did.
“Hey, we’ve gotten sidetracked. I understand why and I think the discussion was a good one to have, and we should explore a couple of the aspects suggested. At another time. We should get to the pitch early, as I wouldn’t be surprised if others are going to be using it today.”
“Yeah,” said Liya, “though I wouldn’t mind an orgy, either. I wasn’t kidding. I am really turned on.”
At practice, Rhee managed a few inside-bend rockets, I hit three solid line-drive rockets, all of which felt so perfect. Heather even managed a quasi-rocket. But Gracey was the star of the show. She became consistent with line-drive rockets and began working on inside-bend rockets. She also managed to do three consecutive counterclockwise roulettes. I began pondering an interesting idea, an idea that I broached on the walk home.
“Gracey, do you recall what Coach said about the high-school midfield?”
“Yeah. She said something like ... No. She said the midfield was a mixed bag. From that, I inferred that one or two starting positions would be held by, presumably, upper-class members. You remember that they were playing a 3-4-3 in the game we watched. Why?”
“I was thinking that you should tell Coach that you’d be interested in trying one of the wing midfield positions.”
She stopped walking and, when I turned to see why, she stared at me, mouth open for a few seconds. However, I could also see her brain working behind her eyes. After a few more seconds, she closed her mouth and her eyes narrowed.
“You think that with three returning seniors in the back line that I would be a backup all season, but that there might be more game time for me if I’m willing to be a midfielder.”
Rhee jumped in with, “That’s brilliant! Zala and Haven are going to West, Rathi to East, and Emma goes to a private school. Kanda and Dakota are still in middle school. You’ve got a rocket. You’ve got a roulette. You can learn more ball handling. And Coach believes in you.”
Gracey colored slightly at Rhee’s last sentence.
“Oh, Gracey! You should do it,” Liya stated. “I know you look up to her, so think about Ann. If she weren’t such a great center back and the anchor of the D, she probably could have been a very good midfielder. You’ve got nearly all the skills that she has.”
“Ann’s way better than me.”
“Gracey,” I responded, “she was way better than you. You worked hard and became a very good fullback this year. You’ve now got a rocket. You can do a Zidane roulette. If you can do that – and, remember, it took Civia a long time to get that – you can learn more dribbling skills. We’ll all be willing to teach you more. While I don’t know which midfielders are left from last year, I expect that you could have a reasonable chance of winning a starting midfield position. Even if you don’t, it certainly would make you more valuable to Coach – on both teams – if you could play midfield more than passably. And I know that you could do at least that!
After a moment of Gracey staring at me, I ended with, “And Coach believes in you.”
Gracey swallowed hard, then said, “Beth, I trust you, implicitly, on things like this. Do you really think I can do that?”
“Gracey, I believe that you can do most anything that you set your mind to doing, just like setting your mind last year to being a starting fullback. I think that you being a starting wing midfielder would be ... It may not be easy, but it is something that you could do. Coach was a midfielder, and I know she will help you. You know that Rathi said more than once that Coach really helped her be the midfielder that she is.”
After a few seconds, Gracey said, “Yeah, she did say that Coach helped her a lot.” She looked around at all of us, then said, “Heather?”
“I’d love to have you at my back, Gracey. I didn’t know you before you won the starting right back job, but I certainly saw how much you improved this year. I know that Beth and others have said this, but you have become much more confident this year and that has translated into a Gracey that is a terror on D. You can do this. You just have to believe that you can do this.”
“Rhee?”
“Absolutely, Gracey girl.”
Gracey’s eyes watered slightly, and she inhaled deeply.
“Okay. I can do this.”
Liya banged herself into Gracey and wrapped her in a ferocious hug.
“I love you, Gracey. You can do this.”
When we got home, Dad said, “Showers. Now. Picnic lunch at the park. Chop, chop.”
Needless to say, we chop-chopped. When Heather and I got back to the Go5 HQ after showering downstairs, she made a suggestion.
“Sister-friend-lovers, I have two words for you. Skirts. Commando.”
“Bitchin’,” exclaimed Liya.
“Oh, yeah. I’m in,” agreed Rhee. “Dad’s going to get an eyeful.”
“See! This is what I mean. Even a month ago, I would not have considered wearing a very short skirt with no undies in public. Now, I think about sex much of every day, particularly when I’m with any of you. When I’m with all of you, sex pushes at the forefront of my brain nearly all the time. I am glad that I gave all of you carte blanche with my body, because I am ready for any of you and all of you all of the time. I wonder what school will be like with my new outlook on ... life ... and sex. While I’d love to have one or more of you sex me up in school, we probably shouldn’t do things like that.”
“Ya think,” riposted Rhee. “It would be fun, though.”
We broke out our short skirts, with Heather going all out, wearing the outfit that Sandy bought her “to allow Dad access to her goodies ... you know, in case of emergency.” She opted to button the bottom button of the shirt [see Chapter 41]. While Heather’s outfit was the most revealing, none of us wore panties or bras and all of the outfits were risqué.
When we got to the living room, I said, “Let’s take the couch slip covers for the benches to protect our bare butts.”
When we reached the kitchen, Dad and Carol were standing by the sink, talking.
“Why are you bringing the slip covers?”
To answer Dad, I stepped over to Carol and, with one of the slip covers in my arms, bent over a little, my butt toward Dad.
“Carol,” I asked, “would you please do the honors?”
Carol chuckled, then lifted my skirt.
“Ahh. I see,” Dad said.
“Excuse my forwardness,” said Carol as she quickly caressed my left cheek.
I stood, then said, “Next.”
Next was Heather, who stood facing Dad, and asked Carol, “Would you do the honors, please?”
Carol lifted the front of the skirt; Dad’s eyes were riveted to the lovely scene underneath that skirt.
Carol then said, “Excuse my forwardness,” as she briefly caressed Heather’s labia.
Heather said, “Next.”
Gracey, who was next in line, seemed to delay a bit, perhaps trying to decide whether to show her pussy or her ass. She inhaled deeply and exhaled it, then stepped up to Carol facing Dad.
“Carol, would you please do the honors?”
Carol obliged her by lifting Gracey’s skirt and showing Dad Gracey’s pussy, then doing as she did with Heather. Rhee, her arms loaded with the other slipcover, repeated Heather and Gracey’s actions and Carol repeated her own actions. When Rhee said, “Next,” Liya stepped up to Carol.
“Carol, please do the honors, but bookends seems the right way to do this,” she said as she turned around and leaned over a bit.
When Carol bared Liya’s gorgeous ass to Dad, Dad surprised all of us, including Sandy, who arrived in the kitchen just then. He dropped to his knees and began rubbing Liya’s ass with both hands and kissing her ass around his hands.
Liya let out a long, low moan, then said, “Dad, I’ll give you exactly 30 minutes to stop doing that to me.”
There was much chuckling.
Dad squeezed both of her cheeks then licked a long swipe up each cheek from bottom to top, then stood.
“I am really looking forward to our night together, Liya.”
Liya spun around and threw herself against him, wrapping her arms around him and putting both her hands on his shorts-covered cheeks and squeezed them. She laid her head on his chest below his chin, her face toward Sandy.
“Soon-to-be-my-lover Charlie, I am, too. I love you and you are so fucking hot.”
With that, she reached up onto her tiptoes and kissed his mouth, a kiss that he returned, a kiss that they maintained for nearly two minutes. Liya lowered herself and placed the right side of her face on his chest.
“Oh, Dad, you turn me on so much, and it seems that someone here turns you on.”
With that, she slowly rubbed her belly side-to-side on his crotch.
“That would be you and your sisters. I am the luckiest man on Earth.”
“Yes, you are, but we are the luckiest girls on Earth, as we get to make love with you.”
Liya then slid down his front, while still holding his ass cheeks, until her face reached his rampant cock in his shorts. She spread light kisses down the length of the bulge from tip to base, then stood.
Panting, Liya said, “Oh, god. Let’s get going before I have you take me on the kitchen table with the rest of our family as audience.”
A long, low “Fu-uckkkkkkkk” hissed out of Sandy’s mouth, which caused Liya to swivel her head to face Mom. She stepped over to Sandy and put her hands on Mom’s arms.
“You really would like to see that. Wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Liya. I really would. While I’d like to be able to ogle your lovely ass with Charlie taking you doggie-style, I’d rather we all get to watch your face as Our Man pounded you on the table.”
It was Liya’s turn to surprise us. She threw her arms around Mom, pulled her into a clinch, and slammed her mouth onto Mom’s, kissing her hard for almost ten seconds.
When Liya pulled back, looking into Mom’s eyes, she said, “And I want you ... the whole family to watch me as Dad pounds me on the table.”
“Liya, Dear, that will happen,” replied Mom.
“Oh, god. OHGODOHGODOHGOD! Please, get us all into the Sprinter before I strip myself and lie on the table with my legs spread for Dad.”
Sandy chuckled, then lightly wrapped a hand around Liya’s left bicep and pulled her toward the garage. With someone moving that way, the rest of us followed.
Heather and Gracey sat with Liya between them in the second row of seats behind the front seats. Shortly after we got onto the road, we heard a squeak emanate from Liya. Rhee, Sandy, and I turned to see what caused it and got an eyeful. Heather was on Liya’s right and was turned toward her with her right hand in Liya’s crotch. In fact, her hand was slowly moving in and out, her fingers obviously slowly pistoning in Liya’s pussy. On the other side, Gracey was nuzzling Liya’s neck and face and had her right hand inside Liya’s top playing with her left breast. Liya was now moaning.
A particularly loud moan seemed to wake Liya to her situation.
“Wait, wait. I know I said that you could sex me up anytime, but I want my next orgasm be one that Dad gives me.”
Heather and Gracey stopped moving, though didn’t extract their hands from Liya’s body. They looked at each other; Gracey smirked.
“Okay,” she said. “We won’t make you cum.”
Both of them immediately started back in on Liya, who threw her head back and let out a noise that seemed part moan and part complaint about her treatment. Perhaps fortunately for Liya, Dad turned into the park then.
“Where in the park,” he asked.
Rhee answered, “Go all the way back and take the first right turn. Our table, uh ... our pavilion is at the end of that road.”
Halfway down the road after the right turn, a car passed us heading out. I looked at Rhee, who was looking at me. She nodded at me, a nod that I returned. Yes, that was lucky. We could already see “our” pavilion, which was devoid of people. I think that nod of Rhee’s also said, “Good thing Liya delayed us in getting here.” I grinned at her; she grinned back. We had not discussed it and we did not have a plan, but I believe that both of us were thinking something interesting might happen here, today. I have no idea why “our” pavilion, which sits on a slight rise, is the only feature on this road, but we girls all certainly appreciate that fact.
“Park the Sprinter with the right side facing the pavilion, Dad,” Heather stated.
Rhee looked back at me and nodded again; I returned it with a quick grin. After Dad parked, we piled out, grabbing cooler and other assorted stuff, including the slip covers. Since it was already 1 pm, we tucked into lunch.
When we had finished lunch and put much of the stuff away, Heather grabbed the frisbee and said, “Come on. Who wants to play with me?”
As soon as she finished that question, she grinned.
Before she could modify her question, Carol said, “We all do, nearly constantly.”
“Okay. Thanks. Who wants to toss the frisbee around?”
Who knew that Carol was so good at tossing a frisbee? Rhee, obviously, but all of the rest of us were surprised. She had, by far, the highest skill level among us, being able to do some fancy throws. Dad and Rhee were the next best, but they weren’t close to Carol’s level. Another surprise was Heather’s tumbling ability. It started when she leaped after the frisbee and turned it into a quick somersault. It turns out that she can do cartwheels, handsprings, and round-offs like a gymnast. Okay, she’s no Simone Biles, but she was much more proficient at such things than any of the rest of us. Of course, she liked doing them in the park, because she would flash her goodies every time. In fact, she took advantage of her skills big time.
“Hey, Dad, catch me if I start to fall over.”
With that, she did a handstand right in front of Dad with her adorably cute butt on display right in front of him. She came back down to her feet, rotated 180 degrees, then did another. Dad was spellbound. He did not have to catch her, but as she held the handstand for at least 15 seconds, he stared at her bare pussy on display for him.
“Hey,” Liya yelled once Heather was on her feet again, “no fair. None of the rest of us can do that.”
“Too bad, so sad,” Heather responded with a grin, then stuck her tongue out at Liya.
Liya responded by enveloping Heather and sucking that tongue into her mouth.
When the two of them came back up for air, Liya said, “You really do have a fucking adorably cute ass. You saw what you did to Dad’s shorts, right? For some reason, they suddenly got really tight on him.”
Heather grinned, then said, “Hey, I’m just trying to get him worked up for you.”
Liya squeezed her tightly again, then reached down and pulled Heather’s skirt to expose her adorably cute butt ... to Dad.
“Dad,” she said, “Heather doesn’t believe us when we tell her she has an adorably cute butt. You tell her.”
Dad swallowed hard, looked down the road to see no vehicles or people, then turned back to Heather.
“Heather, while Liya’s ass is exquisite, the girls are right. You have an ungodly-adorably cute, little butt. Every time I see it, I cannot choose between wanting to pet it softly or ... squeeze and bite it. It’s just so... fucking adorable!”
Heather turned 180 degrees in Liya’s arms and looked at Dad hard.
“You ... you really mean that?”
“Yes, Heather. You are probably the overall very cutest girl I’ve ever seen and that butt of yours is probably your cutest feature. Your sparkling eyes are gorgeous, but that butt ... You ... and that fucking incredibly, adorably cute butt ... take my breath away ... every time I see you.”
Heather stared at him for at least 15 seconds, then pulled out of Liya’s arms and wrapped herself around him and began shaking in his arms.
Among sobs, she got out, “You really think so?”
“Yes, Heather. I would never lie to you or exaggerate to you about something like that. You are ungodly cute. You turn me on ... all the time. With apologies to Liya, I am looking forward to making love with you on Tuesday night.”
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