I helped Gloria rise, then gave her a long and tender kiss. “Baby, do you know what I want tonight?” I softly asked, and she shook her head no.“...I want us each to climb into something sexy, then cuddle as we fall asleep. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms, and wake up like that in the morning. I think I’m going to need a day or so as Chris, to regain my center. Is that OK?”I got a sweet kiss, with just a hint of tongue on my lips. “Not at all, babe. Sleep with me as Chris my friend, sleep. H.” “Oh that’s good,” Mr. H noted. He had kind of a funny sound in his voice. “Why did you say that Mr. H?” I asked. “Ah,” he stammered a little I think, “No reason.” I told him I was having trouble again loading a film reel. He felt his way over. His hand touched my shoulder. He touch felt so good. His hand then fell to my breast and lingered there for a few seconds. I wanted him to rip off my clothes right then and there. But quickly his hands found my hands and helped me with the reel. “All. ‘All the way in!’ Coco nearly shouted and pulled away from Prinz to fall to the floor beside the woman as she stuffed Mark’s long prick into her mouth. ‘All the way, you white bitch! Take every inch of his black prick down your throat … all of it!’ Mark was startled by his wife’s outburst and he looked questioningly at Prinz as he moved closer, a sardonic smile on his face. Then, Mark looked down as Karen tilted her head slightly and blinked as he watched his long prick taken into the woman’s. Winter, I was thinking, might be a bit colder in central New Mexico than Margarita had been accustomed to back home. Well, now she would be well-prepared.So we were arriving home two days late for Margarita's birthday, but Carol had already told Earl that the celebration had been delayed until the day after we got back -- Friday, August 9. We were going to throw an old fashioned birthday party for Margarita.She would be 18 -- and three days -- by party day.Carol was home early from work that.