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“Marianne, you have a husband and four children.” “Still, I can dream, can’t I?” “You’ll have to take my word for it,” Scarlett said, interrupting and squeezing my muscle, “but it’s easily as hard as this and probably even harder.” I doubted that my face could have been redder than it was at that instant. “Damn, I really am jealous.” “Let’s get boobs to ordering, shall we?” “Want your usual?” “What’s that, Sean?” Before I could answer Marianne jumped right in. “Three egg bacon and cheese omelet, side of bacon, side of sausage, hash browns, and coffee.” I wondered if I would be able to get even a single word in on this conversation. When I saw the expression on Scarlett’s face I was wishing that we had eaten at home. “Sean, I didn’t do all that work on your back so you could have a heart attack and die. You have a stressful career and people who rely on you for their jobs yoga so you need to eat much healthier.” Then she turned to Marianne. “We’ll have the half cantaloupe, oatmeal with one percent milk and a whole wheat English muffin.” Marianne looked at me and I just nodded. She gathered the menus and walked back to the kitchen. “Scarlett,” I said, using just about the lowest voice I had, “Isn’t it customary to actually have sex with someone before commenting their equipment?” Fortunately, mimicking my level of voice, Scarlett replied, “We did have a form of sex, didn’t we, Sean. I told you yesterday that it was nothing to be ashamed of. To tell the truth, it’s the best one I’ve ever seen or touched.” She might have continued, but Marianne reappeared carrying two cantaloupe halves. We ate in silence. The melon was good, but not as good as those I usually pick from my garden. The oatmeal—well, it was oatmeal. I paid the bill, left a decent tip for Marianne and Scarlett and I returned to the house. I noticed that Scarlett seemed a bit down. I had stopped at the garage when I noticed a tear in Scarlett’s eye. “I’m so sorry, Sean. I realize that I’m a nobody here, but I forget how many people you know. I hate the idea that I might have embarrassed you.” “I would prefer that our private lives remain private between us. Agreed?” “Yes…no more blabbing—I promise.” “Okay. The problem isn’t how many people I know; it’s how many people know me. Some know me from my childhood here, my wrestling, and even my family. Others know me from my factory. The expansion has been in the local newspapers for months. Others know me from local charities that I support like Little League, Community Chest, or the senior citizen center. I’m on the high school’s scholarship committee and some people want me to run for the board of education. “I probably didn’t know seventy-five percent of the people in The Den this morning, but I’ll bet that almost all mom of them know who I am. I really enjoy being with you, Scarlett, but some things like the size and hardness of my erection should be knowledge only you and I share.” “I really do hot agree, Sean. I indian wasn’t thinking. I will in the future. I promise.” Then to seal the deal she leaned across the console to lay another big kiss onto my lips. He was a little surprised by how hot her underwear was, but definitely delighted. I extended my hand to take it from her, boobs but she shook yoga her head with a mischievous grin. I raised an eyebrow, reached behind myself, and spread. What we didn’t realize until later was one of the girl Dogs had started to come into heat and King knew it and was getting horny before we even went into the kennel. “Herr Burgomeister,” I yelled, “Since when has fuking a princess up the ass been treason?” Triot was shouting above the alarms. Some of his cum had dribbled onto her heaving breasts. I went a little further and indian had her rub along her thighs, inside and out. I held her up against me, as my hips twitched, feeding her bowels my nut. I went to the house, there was no car in the drive, "Gift" I thought to myself. She would be with my rivals in Thlin. She sought mom refuge, perhaps thinking to make herself King Hoagathen's queen. I guess I'm out of practice. Something like that was not part of my world. So as to make it seem a little more normal, I took a sweater from the same closet and placed that on the other side of the flower pot, and hurriedly decorated a couple of chairs in the room with various garments; thus making the room less tidy, but at the same time distracting from the outfit at the window hot beside the bed.