But over these weeks of having a lot of love making and writing stories about it, we've really come along way (couldn't resist the pun).Every time we ...have sex it's a little different, a little saucier, a little sexier: sometimes because it's naughtier, sometimes because it's gentler, and always because it's starting to feel completely unscripted. By writing these sex stories, I figure out what I like, what I want more of, what rocks my housewyfely world. And the Caveman seems to really be. I need to wash Gustav, and you should both try for a pee. As you saw, I was pounding my bladder against Julie's bladder, and that's not a good thing after several cups of tea. Use the same bathroom again, and we'll be back in a moment."Julie and I shut ourselves in the upper bathroom, and we kissed fondly."I love you, my darling Julie! I'm sorry to have got you so worked up, but I'm so glad you got your come!" Thanks for taking me all the way there, darling, I was getting way too excited just. Just a hormonal boy attracted to a hormonal girl. With whatevercame along with that.No some crude set-up due to errant magic."Hey," he said as I got within a few feet of him. The single word strummeddown my spine like a freshly-plucked guitar string."Hey yourself," I replied, stopping as close as I could get without actuallytouching him. "Miss me?"His eyes drifted down to my lips, then his head followed suit.The contact was more than electric. It was a lightning bolt. I felt his armsmove around. There, Billie and I stayed for an unmeasureable time, because it was not possible to measure it due to lack of a timely referance feeling. What we shared however, was way beyond any two lovers could have shared. It was free of gender, race, religion and political visions. It was free from the subjective feelings that people could have over same subjects. The reason, was instead of stating the subject with our own sight, we were just becoming a part of it. Thus we became one with a tree, and.