It also didn’t need its ego soothed or expect me to care about how the Cubs are doing.Now obviously a sex toy can and will get me off, I’m sure th...ey have helped you at some point as well. And let’s be honest, a person is always better. I mean, a toy is like purified water. It’s safe, it’s clean, it’s healthy. But in the end, the water is always the same. It can quench your thirst but nothing more. But a real live person, with whom you have feelings, that is more like wine. Take some into your. Ill be back in a jiff. Love you. Alex turned, making sure that the video camera was still hidden underneath a pile of clothes, and left the room. ——- Michael looked up from the lawn mower in his front yard as he heard his neighbors door slam. Hey, Alex. Whats going on? Alex walked over to the fence. Not much, Mike. He dangled his car keys in his finger. Emergency at work. Gotta go in for an hour or so. Michaels eyebrows quirked slightly as he noticed Alex kept shooting glances up at his bedroom. Apparently it worked because soon Ellie appeared in the kitchen wearing her tiny skirt and top from last night. Her hair was a mess, her feet were bare, as were mine, and she was not quite her bright bubbly self.“Good party?”“Great. Everyone was there.”“That's good. Where's Greg?”“He and Wendy are having a quick shower. They'll be down in a minute. Can I have a coffee, please?”“Coming up. Who's Wendy?”“She's a school friend. We thought that you might want to fuck her, but you were snoring when. “I heard that the surprise for your honeymoon is out of the bag.” He grinned even bigger. “And you’ve agreed to the requirements.”Agnes asked, “Does Mom know about this?”Missus Stover responded, “Yes, it’ll be fun.”Agnes said, “Just remember, paybacks can be hell.” Everyone laughed. We went inside and enjoyed family. Agnes helped her mother with supper. By then, we were hungry. We sat down to eat. It was, of course, leftovers from Thanksgiving dinner. We would have more Saturday when they would.