After a moment’s rest she got up and went into my ensuite.
Amy called out, “I saw the text before I came in. So that settles it?”
“As far as I’m concerned, yeah,” I said, “the DNA will be icing on the cake.
I heard her washing her hands and then she came back in.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I probably should have asked before I went in knuckle deep.”
I barked out a laugh. “No apologies are needed,” I croaked out. “You can do that any time you want.” I had always wanted Grace to do that, but she never would.
“Hey,” she exclaimed smacking my shoulder, “you didn’t tell me you had such a spectacular shower in here! You let me use a regular old shower and you bogarted this one!”
“You didn’t ask.”
She gasped in surprise and exclaimed, “Asshole! Just for that no pussy for you tonight.”
“Don’t you mean no *more* pussy for me tonight?” Not that I had the energy for anything more.
“Fucking jerk,” she laughed. “I demand you hold me for the rest of the night.” With that she laid down next to me and I rolled to spoon her.
Who was I to say no?
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