Someone was doing to me what no one had done to me in the morning for years and years and years. I was being sucked and caressed to the point I actually felt like I was hard and going to come at any second. Whoever it was pulled off and another mouth took over. A lispy voice said, "Enjoy this, Mark. We're going to get some of you this morning."
Well, they did, in another couple of minutes, my hips rose from the bed and I watched as the two mouths kissed and sucked me, holding the head in their mouths, teasing it with their tongues. I loosed what felt like a big load.
When I was lying back on the bed, totaled by the two ladies, they came up to hug me and kiss me. In a lispy voice again, Caroline said, "Shirley and I just knew we would love to do that to you. That was so exciting, and you even kissed us with that stuff all over our faces. You did a good job last night and this morning. I think you broke our playgrounds last night, though. We're both a little sore."
I hugged the two ladies to me and said, "Well, I can't take any of those pills tonight, so it's fine you two are a little sore. You'll get better. You know it may be time for me to do to you what you have been doing to me."
Shirley said, "Would you do that for us. Would you really kiss us there?"
"Of course, Shirley, I would enjoy feeling both of you getting off on my kisses."
Caroline shivered and said, "You're going to get so lucky if you do that to me. Only one man has ever kissed me there and he only gave it a lick and thought he had really done something. You know that's why ladies do that to each other. If men won't, we will."
"Let me show you two what I mean."
I leaned over and gently gave Caroline's center a gentle lick. She shook from the caress. Shirley near screamed when I did that to her. I scooted down in bed and had both of them on their backs, where I ministered to them until they were nearly crying. Both dragged me up to kiss them, commenting on my wet face. Shirley said, "You are so good to us. That was a real reward."
Caroline kept saying, "You are going to get so lucky."
I finally said, "How much luckier can I get? You two are a dream come true. I hope we can enjoy each other for a long time to come."
Shirley said, "Me too. I may give up wearing my teeth at all."
Caroline said, "No, you have to nibble me sometimes too."
"Oops, you didn't hear that did you, Mark?" Caroline was trying to cover her face with her hand.
"I didn't hear a thing, Caroline, but I want to watch the next time you two decide to give each other pleasure. I'll bet that's an exciting sight."
Shirley said, "A real sight, two wrinkled up old ladies in a sixty-nine. How exciting is that?"
"Oh, come on, Shirley, I think you two are very attractive. Before the Viagra, I was trying to figure out how to ravage you. Both of you are very attractive. Hey, none of us are twenty years old anymore. We're all past our prime, but we aren't dead and we do enjoy each other."
I had stereo hugs and kisses from the two girls. Caroline said, "You know we're going to want you one on one soon. We thought we would like this, but I know I want you just for myself one of these days soon. I can't wait to use you up all for myself. I want to drink every last drop you have and feel you in me everywhere. Oh, oh, I'm such a horny old lady."
"Not anymore than me, Caroline," Shirley said. "I want more of Mark as soon as my pussy is through being sore. I'll take it anyway I can get it. I just want more."
"Would you listen to us, Shirley, we're carrying on like a couple of twenty year olds or something like that. Here we are, all three of us beating up on seventy, talking stuff like that. Come on, Mark, let's get up and get a walk in before breakfast. I want to see if Shirley walks bowlegged."
Shirley whacked Caroline with a pillow, which required Caroline to whack Shirley with her pillow. I got up and headed to the bathroom to pee for fifteen minutes or so. I slipped my shorts and T-shirt back on and put my socks and tennis shoes on.
Both girls preferred to walk a little slower this morning. They were joking and razzing each other the whole time. We had started out at five forty-five and called it quits by six fifteen. I went home and did my bathroom stuff and was getting ready to leave when Prissy said to me through the screen door as she was standing on my small porch, "I hope you are being nice to those two. They are both such sweet ladies. If I thought you were abusing them I would, I would, I don't what I would do, but you would be sorry."
I held my hands up defensively, "Oh, Prissy, I wouldn't hurt any of the three of these ladies. If you know Caroline and Shirley, you know they're a little bossy and headstrong. I've just been happily going along with them. Ask them, they'll tell you, I've tried to be a gentleman with them."
"Okay, Mark Robins, you'd better. I love those girls like they were my own. I know they are a little wild sometimes, but they are good girls."
While smiling, I said, "Yes they are, Prissy. I agree with you."
Prissy walked back across the street as I pulled the cart out of my shed. She looked back at me a couple of times and frowned as if she didn't believe me.
Both girls declined to go to the patio this morning. I told Caroline to go tell Prissy that I had not mistreated them. Caroline laughed but said she would assure her that the three of us had been having a good time.
On the way to the patio, I remembered that I was supposed to have played pool last night. This was the third week in a row I had missed. I called the captain to apologize and he asked, "Are you healing up pretty good? I hope you can come back next week. I talked to Alan, the captain of your Wednesday night team, and he says the same. He hopes you're well enough to play next week."
I guess that takes care of that until next Monday. I did need to practice so I should probably go into one of the pool halls with big tables to get some practice.
Breakfast was fun, as there was lots of kidding about what had gone on last night up at the hot tub. Apparently Steve's sister and her husband, Kevin, had gotten wild with some others up there. Ruth was joking that Henry had choked her to death. These folks were a little wilder than they appeared.
As soon as I had eaten and had my fill of coffee and gone to pee three times, I took off for the next of the seven people Glenda had given me. The first was easy, replacing a stuck thermostat cleared the problem, but they had ruptured a radiator hose before they had stopped. I did the usual tune up and oil change before moving on to a sweet couple with an ancient Lincoln. This sixty-six Lincoln four door had suicide doors and was still in pristine condition. The man had a neat carport that shielded the old car from the sun. I think he spent all his spare time polishing the car.
The complaint was that the car stalled every time he stopped at a stop sign. When he started it again and he put it in gear, it stalled again. This was an old car, so it probably had vacuum leaks everywhere. I drove over to the truck parts counter and told the clerk, "Give me a roll each of all three vacuum hose sizes. I'll bring back what I don't use, but this is a big job as they all need to be replaced." The parts man also gave me multiple handfuls of clamps, telling me to bring back what I didn't need. It took me until lunch time to finish replacing all of the hoses. I did change the oil and filters and tuned it up. The car ran so beautifully that it was a shame to let it sit. I did tell the older gentleman that both of the back tires were showing some dry rot.
He was very nice and appreciative for the work I did for him. He said the shop down the street didn't want to work on the car as it was so old. If they only knew how easy they were to work on.
At lunch, Sue handed me a slip of paper that had an address over by the nudist place. She said that there were cart paths all the way to this address. When I passed the front gate, I realized the address was inside the nudist or naturist park. Oh well.
At the gate, I showed the gatekeeper the note from Sue and he directed me to a trailer home in the permanent section. I had tried not to stare as I passed many naked people on the way to the address. I knocked on the door and was surprised to be greeted by a very young, very voluptuous, naked lady. "Can I help you?"
"Hi, I'm Mark Robins, Sue Sharp sent me over to help a Mr. and Mrs. Carnahan with their car?"
"Oh you're the man who was shot in court. How nice that you're helping people. Their car just won't start and I do need to use it to take them to the doctors. Both are so old they should be in a nursing home, but they pay me to take care of them. The car is in that long garage right over there. It is the Sixty eight Ford. Could you see if you can fix it, make it run?"
Wow, another antique! I was working on a lot of older stuff. This one was unique. If the speedometer was accurate, and it wasn't over a hundred thousand miles, the car only had forty four thousand miles. The inside was clean and not dry rotted. They don't build cars like this anymore.
The first problem was the battery. I used some jumpers on the car next to it and discovered the old starter solenoid was frozen. Hopefully, after changing both of those, the car wasn't frozen up. I did pull the plugs and squirted some WD-40 into the cylinders. Not wanting to take a chance, I changed the oil and put oil in both overhead valve areas. The gaskets were all broken down anyway. That big sheet of gasket material was not going to go to waste.
I buzzed over to the parts store for a solenoid then back to the truck parts counter for a battery. I told them that I might need the hoses for this job too, so I kept the three spools.
Back at the car, I put the battery in after the solenoid, then hesitantly turned the key. The fuel pump didn't want to pump, so I poured a little fuel into the carb and tried again. The car started, blowing smoke out the back for a minute or so. The fuel pump obviously decided to work, but I did notice the temp go up fast.
I drained what nasty stuff was already in the radiator and tried to flush it using a water hose. Water flowed from the block, so the thermostat was either stuck open or it worked. I filled the car up with the premix of anti-freeze and started it again. This time the car ran well. All four tires were dry rotted so I called Sue and asked her, "How much do you want to spend on this old car over here? The tires are shot."
Sue said, "These are friends of my Mom and Dad. They have someone helping them that can drive, but doesn't have a car. Buy tires if you have to and see if you can make their car work. They are a very sweet older couple. I hope you're not freaked by all the naked people."
"No, I'm fine, Sue," I said. "Several people have asked me if I could work on their cars. You'll have to give me some cards so they can call the truck parts counter. We can make some money over here. Most of these people seem to have money."
I gently drove the car down to the Tires Plus store and had them put four tires on the car. The dealer threw in a used tire for a spare. As I drove the car back, it seemed that everything was fine. I drove it to the truck shop and put the car up on the lift to check on the automatic transmission. I changed the fluid and checked all the brakes and greased all of the joints with zerts. They were all good, just old. The car did not come with air, but it had an add-on, under dash air conditioner. It took me several tries to fix a regulator valve then the ancient add-on under-dash air worked. Funny how even the old equipment worked with the new FR-12 Freon substitute.
When I delivered the car back to the long garage, the lady who had met me at the door had both older people outside, getting some sun. They were both in wheelchairs and so fragile. You wanted to just hug them as they were so precious. Even naked, they were special. The lady said, "Thank you so much, Mrs. Mackey says that the Phillips lady did this. Do you know what she means?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Beth Phillips is Sue Sharp's mother. That whole family is special as they help people all the time."
"Mrs. Mackey said that you do this for free, too? Is that right?"
"Sort of. The Sharps have me doing all kinds of things that they say they are paying me part time for. I just like to do things for people, so when Sue gave me your address, I came right over."
The good looking naked lady gave me a hug which caused some distention below the belt. I told her, "Call me if you need more help. That's some kind of nice old car. I'm surprised the registration is current."
"They have me pay their bills for them. Say something to both of them before you leave. They will hear you, but won't say anything back until tomorrow morning. I'm sure it will be nice."
I did say a few words to each of the old couple, hoping they were enjoying these days of their lives.
I had missed lunch on that job and was heading back to shop, but directly across the street from the naturist park was the condo where that other car was. I went to the door and rang the bell. An older lady came to the door and was surprised to see me in an S&S coverall. I said, "I'm here to fix your car. Can you tell me what the matter is and get me the keys so I can work on it?"
The lady looked sheepish and said, "I was really mad the other day and when I was getting ready to leave for work, I accidentally broke the key off in the ignition. I've done that before when I've gotten mad. I'm going to have to learn to control my temper, or at least not to break keys off in the ignition.
She took me down to the car. It was not locked but the key was still in the ignition. There was a locksmith up in the little shopping plaza where the parts store is, so I took the steering wheel off and took the entire ignition key assembly out. I told the lady I would be back pretty quick. I did make note of what kind of car it was so I could do the oil change and tune up.
The locksmith had the key out and new keys made in an instant. I had him make three keys and put one in a hide-a-key box for under the back bumper. The parts store had what I needed, so I headed back to the condo. It took me forty-five minutes to finish with the oil change and minor tune up. The car ran great, so I gave the keys back to the embarrassed lady, got a sweet hug, and was on my way.
I probably could get one more done, so I went to the address of an old cranky man in the park. Or would that be a cranky old man. He fit the bill, that's for sure. He said his blankety blank old car didn't run any more and that it should be trashed. If I wanted to help him, I should set it on fire so he could collect the insurance. The car was not that old and when I checked the oil, it probably had never been changed. The air filter was clogged so bad, that there was a quarter inch of dust in the air filter holder. What a mess. I just dove in and performed all the maintenance that would have been needed in the first seventy-five thousand miles. I worked on this until eight o'clock in the evening since I didn't want to come back to this jerk in the morning. I even had to replace the brake calipers and rotors. This was a very expensive project. I spent about twenty-two hundred in parts, but the car ran perfect when I left. I told the man, "Read that manual and get it serviced at those miles. If you skip servicing it, you won't have a car. You neglected that car and don't deserve to have it back." He got mad, but so what. He was wrong.
I did go by the patio and had a couple of beers before heading home. I told Steve that the old man was neglectful and didn't deserve his help. Steve just said, "You have to overlook some people's attitude. I'm sure the man has contributed in his life." I doubted that, but Steve was the boss.
At home, I put the cart away and cleaned up. I was trying to figure out what to eat when Shirley came over. She asked, "I know you were working on old man Jenson's car. Did you eat?"
"No, I wanted to get done with it so I wouldn't have to go back."
Shirley said, "Why don't you drive up to Park Place and get something good. The diner has all the same menu as the restaurant, just not the same atmosphere."
"Tell you what," I said, "Come with me and I'll go do that. I'll eat wherever you can get something to drink."
Shirley said, "I'm going to play cards, but I'll bet Caroline would go. Let me get her. Get your car over here and she'll be right out."
Caroline came skipping out of the house, belying her years. She said, "Great, I want some of their mini-calzones while you eat. We can drink too, since you're not going to take any of those pills tonight."
The lady was a little girl in a mature body. The evening was very nice as we joked and laughed the whole time. We didn't venture into any deep subjects as neither of us wanted anything but smiles and companionship.
When we got home, Caroline said, "Could we go to your place tonight. I want to be with you and I just want you and nothing that reminds me of anything else."
We watched TV until it was time to go to bed. Caroline asked for one of my T-shirts, saying it made a great nightgown. We cuddled up and she began, "You know, Mark, I've only been a widow for about five years. I had a good marriage and had a husband that was more loving than most. When he died, I found out he had another wife and another family. We didn't have any kids because he said he didn't want any. I wanted babies so bad, but he said no. The man had five children with his other wife. He wasn't a bad man, as he left me with enough to live on for the rest of my life if I watch what I spend. He left his other family enough the same way. I've met his other wife and have been around her kids, but I still miss having my own family. Tell me about your family unless it hurts too much."
I told her about my military time and how I had married a lady while I was in recovery and the little boy we had. I told her how special Gene was and how we had a bond that not many other fathers would ever have. "You know what; I have three grandchildren that would love to have you as their grandmother. Would you come with me to visit them? We could fly out there and visit for a few days, a week, then come home. You'd love all of them. My daughter-in-law, Sandy, is special. She's a good mother and tolerant of my son's love of flying. They have a good life, they are just a long way away."
Caroline hugged me and said, "That would be special. Would you really let me be their grandmother?"
"Of course, Honey, they would love you."
"I may not want to leave them," Caroline said. "Just the thought of having a family like that is so appealing. Could we do that, could we really?"
"I'll find out if I can rent a plane tomorrow and we'll do it."
"Rent a plane? What do you mean rent a plane?"
Caroline," I said, "I'll rent an airplane and we'll fly out there. I can rent a light sport aircraft that I can legally fly. We can be out there, probably in a day, but if it takes a couple of days, so what. We can land where we want, go sightseeing where we want. We'll have a great time."
Caroline looked at me kind of funny then said, "You are really scary. You're so off the wall. Out of nowhere you come up with flying to see your son. I like it. I've never flown in a small plane. Is it safe?"
"Of course, it's safe," I said. "Most airplanes are good and well maintained and we can fly out there for about the same as what a commercial flight would cost. I can't fly bigger airplanes because of my flight physical status. I'm in decent shape so a light sport is doable."
Caroline snuggled up to me, "You know this is against what Shirley and I agreed on."
"We'll tell her the truth. I'll tell her I invited you to come with me to visit my grandkids and you needed to visit with some grandkids."
She snuggled up even more, "You know Shirley doesn't want to mess up her railroad pension. I don't have that. I might want to make this permanent. Does that bother you?"
"Why would it. I'm a very one lady man. If I'm thrown out like the garbage by one person, why shouldn't I be receptive to another? This is too soon for me to say let's get hitched, but it isn't too soon for me to say, we can think about it."
We fell asleep cuddled up without a thought of sex, just the warmth two people shared.
I woke just before six and stretched. Caroline looked up at me and said, "Do you remember what we talked about last night?"
"Yep, I have to check on an airplane this morning."
"Do you really want to do this?"
"Oh course, I do. I'll tell Steve this morning what I plan and he'll probably help me do what I want to do."
"Let's get up and get going then. Come on, I'll run home and shower while you do your stuff here. I'll meet you in fifteen minutes."
Caroline was out of the house like a shot.
I took my pills and did the necessary evils in the bathroom. Dressed in traditional jeans and banded bottom shirt, I drove the cart up to Caroline's. She came skipping out and jumped into the seat. She hugged my arm and said, "I'm hungry."
Over on the patio, I cornered Steve and Kevin. I said, "I have a need to go see my son and his family out in Cheyenne. I'm going to try to rent a light sport and fly out there. I should be back early next week. Can you handle me being gone for that long?"
Steve said, "No sweat, Mark. You've done an amazing job so far. You shouldn't have worked so long last night but if you had this in mind, I understand. Who are you are going to rent a plane from?"
"I don't know, Steve. I'd rent your little bi-plane but that isn't very intimate for a couple to go flying in."
Steve said, "Let me call out to the charter office and see if there is an airplane that's available. You have your tail dragger endorsement, right?"
I nodded.
Steve asked, "How many hours do you have anyway?"
"I don't know exactly, somewhere over ten thousand. It's easy to attain with over fifty years of flying."
"Let me call," Steve said, "I'll be right back."
I was drinking some coffee when Steve came back. He said, "I have a Super Cub, a Gobosh, and another plane. Which one do you want?
"The Super Cub is probably the easiest to fly, but the Gobosh might be quieter. All the little aircraft are noisy, as long as there are two headsets it doesn't make any difference. But you know what; I want to fly the Super Cub."
Steve said, "I have something else that's special. Since we're a Cessna dealer and a maintenance facility now, we have a new 162 Skycatcher. It's a new tricycle gear aircraft that is just coming out. I flew it and it is nice. Go out to the Aero Park and check it out. If you like it, take it to Cheyenne."
That's like offering candy to a kid. Something new in airplanes! Gimme, gimme.
I told Caroline, "Stay here. I'm going to check out a couple of airplanes. We'll take one of them, but I need to look at them and fly them first."
I was back to the trailer and in the Escape, quickly heading to the Aero Park. The light going across the runway was green so I drove straight to S&S charter and flight training.
I walked in the door and spoke to a nice looking lady named DeDe. "I'm here to check out a Super Cub and the new 162 you have."
Dede said, "Steve called and said you wanted to look at them. The Super Cub is great for flight training, but isn't that comfortable for cross country. Steve said you were heading for Cheyenne."
"Yes, Ma'am. Can you get someone to go up with me in the 162?"
"Sure, Jimmy from maintenance loves the plane. You know him, he lives out at the park and I know you've been eating breakfast and some suppers with us. He'll fly right seat with you. Let me call him."
The lady paged this Jimmy guy and he came bursting into the office with a smile. "Hi Mr. Robins." Then turning to Dede he asked, "What's up, DeDe?"
"Take this guy on a check ride in the 162. I've looked at his log book and don't believe it. But see if he knows how to fly. No coaching, unless he asks about something new."
We went out to a cute little airplane. I looked in the right door for the preflight stuff and didn't find it. I finally had to ask, "I'm sure an airplane this new has a preflight inspection checklist. Where would I find it?"
I had to go back into the office and get the logbook. I checked the hour meter inside the cockpit then did the standard preflight for a little aircraft. Everything was fine, so I pushed the airplane around to head out of the hangar and motioned for Jimmy to get in.
We put on the headsets and I went through the startup procedures. This was the same as a 172, with almost all of the same instruments. The instrumentation was over the top for a VFR aircraft, but that would be an asset.
When I let her rip on the runway, the little airplane quickly rose off the ground and climbed very respectfully until we were at eight thousand feet. I went through some stalls to see how it reacted, then climbed and pulled back to see how it handled an over the top. It stalled and fell over coming out of the short dive in a couple of hundred feet. This was a decent airplane. Very stable, very forgiving, and strong. I banked, heading back to the airport, putting in the info for the glide path. It was steep, but the instrumentation was accurate. I watched out the windscreen while I was coming down and was pleased that we were lined up exactly. Once we were down and had taxied back to the hangar, Jimmy said, "Why do you want a Light Sport?"
"Lost my ticket, can't pass a standard flight physical. I'm legal on one of these, but not a regular aircraft."
Jimmy nodded and asked, "Are you sure you're alright to fly?"
"I just went to a doc for a gunshot wound last week and he said I'm doing great."
"Gunshot wound?"
"I was the idiot that hit the crazy man with the chair in Federal court. He shot me for my trouble."
Jimmy said surprised, "I knew it was someone that was part of the patio group but didn't put it together it was you. Jesus, you are one tough cookie. Are you sure it's legal for us to let you fly?"
"Let's go in and look it up. You'll see."
We did go into the office and I showed Jimmy all of the info on light sports. This wasn't ultra-lights, balloons, or gyrocopters, this was LSA. Light Sport Aircraft.
Jimmy looked up and said, "They should name this the OTH ticket."
When I looked him with a question, he smiled and said, "Over the hill."
If I could have found something to throw at him, I would have. He said, "I have to show this to my dad. He loves to fly and just lost his ticket because of a heart problem. He says that once he stabilizes, he'll be able to fly again but you and I both know what that's about. He'll love this quirk and be flying again soon. I'm really happy he and mom moved down here. He lives out at the trailer park with me now."
There are so many interweaving things between that crazy park and the rest of my life now. I made arrangements to rent the aircraft for two weeks. I should be back before then, but I didn't want to promise too soon. It was expensive but so what. I would use the money from the car deal for the trip.
Back at the patio, I had another cup of coffee and another sandwich. I told Caroline that she should pack light but for at least five days, probably seven. We wouldn't need anything fancy, but she might want some shifts for comfort and shorts or pants for flying. We said goodbye to everyone and left for our trailers.
I packed clothes for seven days, along with some shorts and tennis shoes. I wouldn't need a clean pair of pants everyday, just every other day. I would need seven pair of socks but I couldn't go commando like I usually did since I would probably sleep in underwear. I could fit my seven days in a small case.
Surprisingly, Caroline had a small suitcase and said it had everything she needed. I said, "There's one more thing. I'll call and make sure they are going to be home."
"Hi, Sandy, this is Dad."
"Dad, how are you doing? Are you alright now?"
"I'm fine, Sandy, are you guys going to be home this week?"
"I think so; Gene hasn't said anything about going anywhere. Are you coming?"
"I'm flying out this morning and should be there tomorrow. I'm flying a little light sport Cessna 162 that only does about a hundred twenty. I'm bringing someone with me that wants to hug and kiss kids. Do you think they're up to it?"
"If you're with that person, you know they are. Come on up, Dad, come see us. The kids will go nuts. I can't wait to tell Gene, he's been so worried about you."
"I'm fine and have been cleared for activity. I have my regular cell phone back, so if you need me, try to catch me in the air. This little plane even has a cell phone holder."
Sandy said, "I know what you're flying, but how did you get one?"
"The local place is a dealer and big maintenance facility. They have the aircraft as a test site."
"Well, have fun, Dad, who are you bringing?"
I said, "I'm bringing a very sweet lady by the name of Caroline."
"Is she in your future, Dad?"
"I don't know, Sandy, we'll see. I'll see you tomorrow or I will call."
Caroline and I locked up our places and we drove out to the little air park. I parked in the general parking lot and we carried our two bags to the charter office. DeDe said, "I've looked up all the regs and what I need from you is a valid driver's license. Steve said to let you go, so you must be all right."
She wrote down my license info and copied it. I took Caroline out to the aircraft, we stowed our bags in the back, then I put Caroline in the right seat and showed her how to wear the headset and the settings for it.
I checked that the fuel had been topped off, the oil, and the other items on the preflight. In the cockpit, I went through the startup quickly and we were warming up, watching the gauges. When we were ready, I radioed in our flight plan and requested taxi and takeoff clearance.
Caroline had a case of white knuckles, but relaxed as soon as we were airborne. I flipped the microphone selector switch to "intercom" and said, "We don't have to be anywhere fast, so when you get tired or have to go potty, tell me. We'll look for a place to set down. We are flying for fun, not to get somewhere in a hurry. This is a pleasure trip. Enjoy the scenery and enjoy looking at where you are going."
We were assigned to seven thousand feet and were doing a steady hundred plus knots north with a little headwind. We set down in Panama City for a potty break, fuel, and a snack. Caroline was actually anxious to get back into the air. We stopped a few more times before setting down in Tulsa, Oklahoma for the night. We found the airport hotel to be a nice one and stayed there. I called the kids to tell them we were staying overnight before we had a nice meal and a couple of beers before we cuddled to go to sleep.
Caroline said, "This is so nice, no pressure. You didn't take a pill, so you don't expect any sex. This is nice. Thank you for bringing me, Mark. I'm nervous about meeting your family, but excited to be a part of it."
I just hugged her and we fell asleep holding each other.
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