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Caroline was now at my breasts, sucking and caressing. It was a sensory assault and I was powerless to resist. "Oh, God, now! Now! Now! Now!" I screamed and , indeed, 'now' arrived. Again.
I lay there, breath slowly returning to something resembling normal. My handmaidens on either side, lightly stroking my arms, barely making contact. Silence. Somehow, they had even killed the music. Just silence.
And then, two voices. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Emily, happy birthday to you." Sung sotto voce. Or something like that.
I wanted to say something but was at a loss.
Fortunately, Caroline wasn't. "My birthday's on June 11th. It's a Monday."
Unquestionably, a tradition had been born.
- COMMENTS
sbrooks103over 10 years agoI'll admit, I haven't finished reading this yet, but all the husbands seemed to be ok with the wives continuing as long as they are "discreet". So why did they have to stop?
Anonymousover 12 years agoSo enjoyable to have the girls return to what we love best! Thanks for another great read.
PP
