” “I’m going back to bed,” I teased, pulling the covers up over my head. “I don’t need to be treated like this on my birthday thank you v...ery much.” “Oh come on,” he groaned, pulling the covers completely off me and placing them on the floor. “Get out of bed so I can give you your present.” “Fine,” I huffed as I pulled my way out of my bed and placed my warm feet against the hard wood floors. Most would flinch at the feel, but I loved how the coolness pushed its ways through my toes. It was. The louder I was, the harder and deeper he drove into me. When he wasn’t focused on the fascination of his cum-shined shaft sliding in and out of me, his eyes were on me. We had totally forgotten about wanting to see the fireworks. We never heard them was we were making them on our own. I sent him a text the next morning telling him about how I woke up with a wonderful smile I woke up with on my face, thinking I’d hear back from him for a request for Round 2. I kept checking my phone expecting. They’re quite notorious.’ ‘Doesn’t sound so bad,’ I said. ‘Especially after some of the parties I’ve been to.’ I immediately recalled the pirates of the Caribbean party that Xavier had thrown once, in which each of the guests ended up coupling dog style with some one and ‘ walking the plank ‘ into the swimming pool full of Dom Perignon. Or the Olympics benefit sponsored by an aging athlete who had once won three gold medals, and which featured a decathlon unlike anything ever seen outside the. OK, so if I’m having doubts, doesn’t that mean I should bow out? Well… Can I have it both ways, then? Can I be a wife of one and be a lover of another? Would that make me happy? No, it would not. The constant keeping up of pretences would be insane. So if I’m not happy with Dylan, and deliriously happy with Sasha, shouldn’t it be easy to choose? I’m a coward, I decided. The prospect of telling Dylan left me scared me to death. I couldn’t imagine how he would take it. It would be ugly. Well,.