After a fantastic session of wild, furious sex, Carol, Riekie and I slept. Sometime, perhaps a couple hours later, I awoke to feel something warm and wet surrounding my penis. I looked down in the faint light of the candles. There were two shapes under the covers, centred on my groin. My penis soon grew to full hardness, demanding release. Apparently satisfied at what they had accomplished, the shapes turned and moved toward my face. Two beautiful smiling faces appeared in front of me. Carol crawled on top of me, her thighs open, my penis standing against her hot, slick pussy.
She kissed me hotly and whispered. "Do me!"
Holding her close, I flipped Carol onto her back. I raised my hips and thrust forward. Her pelvis rose to meet me. I entered her in one smooth movement, burying my cock to the hilt. Carol soon forgot her whispering. She yelled her pleasure at the deep penetration of her sopping cunt.
"OH! YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME BABY! FUCK ME!"
I heard a voice down the hall complain, "Oh, Shit! A man can't get any peace in this house tonight!"
A female voice, more softly. "Hush! You'll get your piece alright!"
Carol was still full from earlier. Too tired to clean her up, we had fallen asleep quickly. Her towel was soaked beneath us, and we made very wet sucking sounds as we rutted in the debris of our last round of lovemaking. Riekie lay quietly on her side facing us. She was content just to watch and share.
Invigorated by a couple hours of sleep, my cock was back to its full potential, hard and throbbing. Carol was demanding as we started to rut heavily, our hips and pelvises slamming into each other hard and furious.
"Fuck me, David! Fuck me hard! FUCK ME!!"
I stroked into her fast and furious. Carol kept pace, grunting and panting, her arms pulling me deeper, her legs wrapped around mine, heels locked together. Our hips thrust and mashed together in primordial lust. We kissed hungrily and long. I pumped faster and deeper. She took it all and begged for more.
"Deeper! Harder! DEEEPERRR! DAVID!! FU-U-UCK MEEE!"
Our rutting became more frantic, the bed shaking and thumping the wall. I felt my balls start to boil, my cock swelling even bigger and harder within her clasping, pulsing tunnel. Her muscles worked and squeezed. I was in a delirium of pleasure. We headed for the stars, rising and rising together. I felt her body tense, her muscles clasping harder. My balls heaved and spat her body shook and shuddered as we came violently together once again. As her body bucked beneath mine, my cock spit several hard squirts of baby cream deep into her already full womb. I felt her juices and mine flow out around the base of my prick. As I shot load after load into her, Carol locked her arms and legs around me and screamed in ultimate pleasure.
"DDAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!"
Gradually we wound down, hips slowing their pace to a gentle pumping. Our breathing slowed and gentled as we kissed tenderly. Riekie gently caressed us, helping us to return to this world. Gently I rolled from Carol's body, my still somewhat erect penis withdrawing from her sated pussy. We cuddled quietly, the three of us together. Shortly I felt a hand on my penis. Riekie stroked me gently, bringing me quickly back to full hardness.
She snuggled close and whispered sexily in my ear. "My Turn. Do me slow."
I rolled to face her. We kissed tenderly. Her hot pussy ground gently against my fresh erection. I put my hand between us and felt her sex. She was sopping wet and more than ready. I worked her clitty with my finger, causing her hips to lurch and pump more eagerly. She moaned into my mouth. We broke the kiss. She whispered urgently.
"I want you in me now! Hurry! Please!"
I rolled her onto her back. She opened her thighs wide in invitation as I mounted between them. Kissing her deeply, I lowered my hips to meet hers. Her up thrust opening welcomed my throbbing penis eagerly. I entered her tight, hot sheath in one long slow push. After the hot sex we had enjoyed earlier, she was still almost virgin tight, her small opening grasping and pulsing around me.
I pushed into her until I felt our hair meet and entwine. Her cervix opened and welcomed me deeper. It seemed to nibble at the tip of my penis. I stopped and let her savor her fullness. We looked into each other's eyes. Hers were shining and joyful. As I bottomed, she squealed in delight.
"EEEE! That feels so-o-o-o-ogood! So full! I love when you do me like this, David! I love you so much!"
I had loved Carol since the day I met her. It was a deep, passionate love we shared. I wasn't sure when I came to realize that I loved Riekie, too. She brought me to the realization with her own declaration the night after Carol and I were married. All I knew was that I loved this beautiful blonde nymph as much as I loved Carol. It was a more sensual love I felt for Riekie. Carol's was hot passion and emotion, demanding of satisfaction and release. Riekie's love was a giving, nurturing totally unconditional kind of love. I knew when this wonderful creature told me she loved me it was with all her heart and soul and I couldn't get enough of hearing her say it. She warmed the very cockles of my soul when she said it to me.
"I love you too, My Sweet."
I began a long slow, easy stroking of her sex. She writhed and churned beneath me, legs wrapped snuggly around mine, heels locked together. Her hands rested easily on my shoulders, those marvelous blue eyes gazing into mine as I loved her. Carol enjoyed long slow lovemaking too, but she preferred it fast and furious. Riekie liked it either way equally and rarely offered to ride like a wild cowgirl like Carol, unless doing a threesome where one rode my face while the other rode my cock. Even then, Riekie's ride was a more gentle one.
My strokes brought me almost out of her, then slid all the way in to full depth. This is the kind of lovemaking where the participants can actually talk. Riekie giggled, causing those fantastic muscles of hers to do exciting things to my penis.
"What's so funny, Princess?" I enquired.
"Just remembering old Clyde howling when Carol did. It was hilarious. You two were busy. You didn't hear the whole thing. He actually sounded like he was singing. I wonder if I can get him going."
She giggled harder at that thought. What she did to me with her internal muscles almost had me howling too.
"You keep that up. And I'll be howling with him! My! My! What you two can do with those muscles down there is absolutely fan-fucking-tastic!"
"You mean like this?'
Oh dear God in heaven! She did something that just about made me come on the spot. She literally fucked me from the inside. Those muscles massaged and stroked my penis like she would with her hand and mouth. It was divine!
I took the hint, and picked up the pace. The long slow strokes became hard, fast, rabbit kicks. She bucked back at me in perfect sync, her arms now tightly wrapped around my neck, her legs pulling me in deeper. Thinking of Clyde howling, she now wanted it hard and fast. Her demands got louder. She yelled and begged.
"DO ME HARD, DAVID! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YE-ES! HARDER! DEEEPPERRR!"
I pumped and poked harder and deeper as requested. Her hips thrust back, our pubic bones grinding together. Her clit was mashed almost unmercifully between us, sending spasms rocketing through her body. She came once, hard, yelling.
"OGODOGODOGODOGOD!!"
Her body shook and vibrated in orgasm, her hips launching off the bed. I kept pounding into her, the bed banging and thumping the wall, springs squeaking in protest. Her body shook and writhed beneath me. Her legs dropped to the bed, heels thumping and kicking. My thrusts got faster and faster. Her hips matched me perfectly. We rode a comet to the stars, fucking and rutting to the cosmos. We reached it together, coming like an exploding star. My balls erupted explosively, squirting gob after gob after gob of thick white baby juice deep into her womb. Her heels hit the bed spastically, her hips lifted hard into mine. We locked together in one final massive lunge as I powered my cock deep and hard into her clutching, squeezing, clasping tunnel. She wanted to do it, so she did: she howled and screamed
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooo!!!
"DDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDD!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo!!!"
Clyde must have come upstairs while we slept. He answered her howl from right outside our door.
"WOOF! WOOF!AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooo!"
It was so close and unexpected, it scared the living shit out of us! I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I heard that masculine voice of complaint from down the hall.
"Jeezus!"
Then a softer female voice. "C'mon Honey, make me yell, too!"
As we gathered our wits back from Clyde's unexpected closeness, we wound ourselves down from our high. I rolled to my side, carrying Riekie with me, still joined. I was sandwiched between her and Carol. As I rolled, Carol snuggled into me spoon-fashion, her arms around me. I felt her hot body shaking and heard her laughing hysterically. She finally got herself under control and leaned up over me. Still laughing, she could hardly speak.
"I-Is th-that wh-what I-I s-sounded l-like? That's priceless! Poor Dad! Wonder what he's gonna feel like in the morning?"
Carol kissed us both tenderly, declared her love and snuggled into my back again, her arm loosely draped around me. Soon we heard the gentle sound of her breathing as she slept. Riekie snuggled up to my front, my penis still snugly entrapped, her talented muscles still massaging, almost sucking on it. We kissed tenderly, holding each other close as we drifted off to the sound of another bed being sorely abused. As I passed out of consciousness, I vaguely heard a woman's scream.
I awoke just after daybreak with my usual morning woody. Carol was still cuddled tightly to my back, spooning me. Riekie was cuddled up tight in my arms. My woody was buried in her beautiful tight, very hot little snatch. It felt exquisite! As I opened my eyes, I found myself staring into those big blue orbs of hers. She wore a mile-wide smile of delight. Moving her hips gently, setting up amazing sensations in my groin, she giggled happily.
"Carol Anne told me you might wake up like that! She said it was the nicest way to wake up ever! I hafta agree! I want to wake up like this EVERY morning! Sweet Pussy really likes sleeping with Sweet Prince all nicely tucked in ready to scratch her itch in the morning! Oh! I love it so! God! I can't get enough of you! Oh, Mom's up. I heard her take a bath and then go downstairs a few minutes ago."
Mom always was an early riser, regardless of how much sleep she got. I took a deep breath and smelled coffee.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Oh, a little while. I was just enjoying the feeling of you inside me. I didn't want to disturb you. You were sleeping so nicely. Now that you're awake, though, that's a different story."
She moved her hips and worked those fabulous muscles. Riekie was definitely getting my attention. I rolled her onto her back, still fully sheathed in her hot, sucking sex. As I did, we exchanged a passionate kiss that as usual left us breathless. She was wet and ready. I took one long slow stroke then started humping madly. Riekie was ready for hot, fast fucking and she bucked right back, legs and arms wrapped tightly around me. She hollered her appreciation.
"YES! YES! YES! OH-OH! SCRATCH SWEET PUSSY'S ITCH!"
The sudden noise startled Carol awake. She jumped then saw what was happening. She smiled sweetly at us.
"Don't you two ever quit? A body can hardly get any sleep around you."
Riekie and I were too far gone to answer. We fucked and rutted like we only had today, and in today we only had this moment. Our hips bounced and pumped into each other. My cock pounded into her welcoming pussy. She wailed. She yelled. She was really very enthusiastic. Her hips met my every thrust. Too soon we reached the peak. I felt her body tense, her internal muscles pulsating, fucking at my penis from inside. Her juices saturated my crotch, and my balls started to tighten. I lunged hard. Two. Three times; my balls erupted as I slammed in one last time and held it as hot, sticky baby batter squirted and squirted and squirted deep inside Riekie's convulsing womb. It felt like I squirted a half gallon (Imperial) or more. It never seemed to end. She came with me, her body lunging upward, holding me deep as those magnificent muscles sucked my balls dry. Her arms held tight, her legs dropping to the bed, heels drumming and thumping on the mattress. And she screamed.
"DDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!"
We wound down slowly. It was just a morning quickie, but was incredibly intense for all that. Carol had tried to go back to sleep, but our rutting got her going too. As Riekie and I collapsed, I rolled off her, my still hard cock withdrawing with a sucking sound. She whined at the sudden absence. Carol saw I was still hard (morning woody, after all). As soon as I was on my back, she climbed over me and immediately impaled herself. She slid down onto me with a shout of glee.
"OH! YES!"
Carol got moving hard and fast quickly. Her hips gyrated and churned. She wanted satisfaction and she wanted it quickly. Despite having just dumped a heavy load into her sister, my cock was still ragingly hard. I started thrusting and pumping up into her, meeting her motion in perfect harmony. Again, too soon, we felt the rise to mutual release. Carol pumped harder and faster, her hands busy with her nipples. My hips lurched off the bed, lifting her. My balls exploded in a giant release as I shot several heavy loads deep into her tunnel, splashing inside her cervix. Her thighs clamped down hard on me, the internal muscles gripping my prick in a hot wet vice, and she screamed.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
I heard the sound of breaking glass from downstairs, then footsteps charging up the stairs and down the hall. A door slammed, and a masculine voice complained. "Not again?"
Carol collapsed onto my chest, almost instantly asleep. Riekie curled into my side and was soon fast asleep as well. Not wanting to disturb the vision sleeping on my chest with my still almost hard penis buried in her, I drifted off too, to the sound of that other bed thumping rhythmically against a wall.
I woke up again sometime later with a painful piss hard-on and a bladder demanding immediate relief. Carol had managed to roll off me and was curled contentedly into my side sleeping peacefully, a happy smile gracing her beautiful face. Riekie was warmly snuggled up, sleeping with that contented smile on the other side, a vision of loveliness her soft blonde hair tussled from our wild night. I tried to get up without disturbing my wives. They both groaned and opened their eyes. They spoke in unison, the stereo effect unnerving.
"Awww! We were so comfy! Where ya goin' Honey?"
"Gotta pee."
The stereo effect repeated itself.
"Me, too!"
Riekie looked at the bedside clock. "Oh! Look at the time! We all better get up anyway. Eeeww! The bed is all soaked; and look at me! What a mess!"
She spun around and opened up so we could see what she was talking about. She was the picture of a well-fucked woman. Her gorgeous blonde pussy hair was matted with come and her thighs glistened with our fluids. A trickle of white goo seeped from her still open hole. Carol, upon inspection, was in a similar, maybe even messier state. I thought their appearance was highly erotic and said so. My own groin was a matted mess too. The bed was totaled. Their towels were completely soaked and somewhere in the night they had moved off them. The bottom sheet was thus soaked too, showing the wisdom of the plastic mattress cover. Going back to sleep on a cold wet sheet on plastic didn't appeal to us so we struggled from our bed. For all the frenetic activity of the night, I felt wonderful, strangely invigorated and sated.
"We all need a bath. Then some breakfast. I'm starved!"
We slipped into our robes, grabbed the towels Mom set out and padded to the bathroom. As we passed my folks' room, we could hear snoring. We slipped as quietly as possible into the bathroom. Riekie started running the tub as I stepped up to pass my water. Aiming with a full blown piss hard-on that insists on pointing at the sky and refuses to bend co-operatively, and getting the flow started is not that easy most mornings. When Carol decided she was going to help, matters got worse as she took it in her hand and tried to aim for me. With her hot hand on me, peeing became almost impossible. When she saw what was going on Riekie just HAD to help too. With two beautiful naked nymphets holding and aiming my penis, somehow I managed to relax enough to do the job. They were a little disappointed that the erection seemed to follow the urine down the drain. There was a lot of giggling and laughing as we managed to get my bladder finally emptied.
By the time all the tom-foolery over relieving my overfull bladder was done, and the girls had each relieved themselves, the tub was full. We climbed into a tub not designed for that many people and had a wonderful, if crowded, three-way bath. We fooled around a bit, but mostly just tickled and played, splashing water like kids. I did get a mouthful of those delectable teenage breasts, and got each of the girls off once while washing their pretty pussies. Two sets of warm soft hands and two warm mouths made sure their Sweet Prince was totally spotless. Despite all this attention, he stayed dormant. My cock felt pretty used up, and they complained of a slight soreness. I couldn't imagine why! The warm bath felt good to our bodies and we just enjoyed it, relaxing until the water cooled off.
Stepping out of the tub was fun. I got out first and fulfilled one of my favourite fantasies again, when each nymph stepped into a waiting towel for me to dry them. That particular fantasy isn't so much erotic as it is warm and fuzzy for me. It indicates love and warmth. As I dried each of my lovelies paying special attention to their more sensitive areas, we exchanged tender kisses. We finished our morning toilette, slipped back into our robes, cleaned up the mess we'd made of the bathroom, dressed and padded downstairs for breakfast.
Mom was in the kitchen, busily and happily cooking up a storm. We were greeted by the smell of coffee, and my all-time favourite food aroma, toast and bacon. Mom looked radiant, her skin positively glowing, every inch the very picture of a very satisfied woman. Looking at my young wives, they had that same beautiful healthy radiant glow.
"Have a good night, Daughters? It wasn't too crowded in that old bed was it? You two look the picture of health! Oh to be that young again!"
Carol's dreamy reply was for both of them. "Mmmm-hmmmmmm... Lotsa room."
Carol and Riekie shared a warm group hug with Mom and they passed tender kisses among themselves. When they exchanged knowing and approving looks, I swear they sniffed each other!
Bob was already at the table. He looked like death warmed over. When asked, he said he had a hard night, having been startled out of a deep sleep by some loud noise. He mumbled something about not sleeping in the same house as the three of us ever again.
Heather bounced down the stairs a few minutes later. She hadn't heard a thing, sleeping the whole night away peacefully. Val followed her into the kitchen, looking a little tired, but she had a little of the glow the older women had, too. She did complain that her wrist was tired and her fingers were a little cramped.
Mom was serving the rest of us our breakfast meal when Dad literally stumbled in. The man could hardly walk! He looked absolutely terrible, with bags under his eyes and the grey pallor of no sleep. He fit perfectly the description of someone who'd been rode extremely hard and put away extremely wet. In a very real sense, I guess maybe he was...
As he groaned into a chair Dad looked at us with a small grin and just shook his head in amazement. Mom saw the look and smiled warmly. By the time he got his third coffee into him, Dad was starting to look more like himself but he still looked bone tired.
After breakfast, the girls helped Mom clean up the kitchen and finish the cleanup from the party. Dad, Bob and I retired to the living room with our coffees. I felt fine, but soon the two of them were softly snoring in their chairs. They napped until Carol and I got back from doing the chores. They felt somewhat refreshed, although stiff from sleeping in chairs.
I was going to do my barn chores and Carol was coming along with me to see what I did. Mom gave her some old jeans that didn't fit anymore so she wouldn't get her dress dirty. Riekie begged off claiming she wasn't into animal husbandry, and stayed to help Mom prepare an early supper. She was making her usual New Year feast of roast turkey with all the trimmings. Breakfast had been closer to lunch, so an early supper before the gang had to return home was the order of the day.
Carol went to the barn with me to feed the cattle. Watching her prance around the barn and the cattle was a delight. Mom's jeans were a little snug on her, and showed her hips and sweet butt off to perfection. She was like a little kid in her excitement and pleasure. She made pets of several of the animals, hugging and petting them. These normally semi-wild creatures were completely docile with her and actually seemed to enjoy her attention. Doing my normally routine and mundane chores New Year's Day 1966 was a treat when I spent it with my first True Love. I fell deeper in love with her just watching her free-spirited enjoyment. I realized we hadn't spent enough quality time with just the two of us.
We spent almost all our time since last summer together with Riekie. I realized that we also needed some quality time with just two of us, whether Carol and me or Riekie and me, or them by themselves, just to learn and enjoy each other one on one. My wives spent a great deal of time together that way, but I hadn't had much opportunity with either of them. Carol and I had our time alone before we married Riekie, but Riekie and I had not had any time alone. It was time to fix that, but how? Our schedules and the limited chances for even the three of us to get together at once meant getting quality free time one on one was going to be very difficult. This called for a family meeting, but for now, I'd mention it to Carol. She beat me to it.
As we closed up the barn to return to the house, I took Carol in my arms and kissed her soulfully. When we separated panting, she snuggled up close, enjoying just the two of us together for a few brief minutes. She whispered.
"I love you so much, David! This is so nice, just the two of us, having fun and being together like we used to."
I cuddled her close in the cold winter air as she continued.
"I wish we could find more times to be alone. I love Riekie almost as much as I love you, but I want, no NEED, to be with you, just us, so we can learn and enjoy each other directly. Riekie wants and needs the same. She's NEVER been alone with you, and that isn't fair — to either of you. She and I spend a lot of time together because we live together. We used to think we knew each other really well, but now we're connecting on entirely new levels.
"It's not just the sex we share. It's everything else. As often as not, when we talk, we talk about you and our love for you and how you make us feel so warm and loved and wanted. Most nights when we're alone, we don't have sex, or it's very quiet and warm. We just cuddle and hold each other, looking in the other's eyes, sharing our love. A lot of the time we don't even talk; it's like we know what the other is thinking. Many times, we just share a little knowing kiss. It's like the times you and I used to have. Remember that day on the back lawn at home when you and I told each other our story about how we felt when we met, and then just cuddled after and felt really good? Remember our walks, just the two of us?
"Riekie and I have spent many times like that, but she and you haven't, and you and I don't get any time like that anymore. I think that's why Riekie stayed at the house today; she wanted us to have a quiet private time. Oh, David! She is just so good to us! She loves us so much! She needs time with you desperately, but she gave what little free time we found to me! Riekie and you MUST spend some quality time alone! You hardly know each other except through me and with me. I wish we could all live together then finding those quiet moments for two of us together would be easy. Right now we get so little time we HAVE to spend it as the three of us. Even here at the farm where we have total freedom, and can maybe find some time for two, we usually have so little we spend it as the group and with your family.
"David, what are we going to do? I'm scared our relationship is getting too focused on the group and not enough on each of us."
I pulled her even tighter. She was weeping softly. I kissed the tears from her eyes.
"Have I told you yet today how much I love you?" She smiled sweetly, looking into my eyes.
"N-No, Sir, you have not."
"Carol Anne Scott, I love you more than life itself. My whole world revolves around you. I can't imagine a time when I won't or can't. A future for me without you in it is a dark and lonely place that I can't, won't, even contemplate. Carol Anne, I love you! I love you! I love you!"
I sealed that declaration with another deep kiss. When we broke from it, she spoke softly.
"Oh, David! I love you so much it hurts!" She grinned. "I bet you say that to all the girls."
"No, just one other, but I haven't had the chance to do it right.
"Carol Anne, out here alone today with just you, even doing something as routine as barn chores, I realized we don't spend enough quality time one on one. For you to say it out loud when I thought it just shows we still have that spooky ability to think and speak alike. I was afraid we were losing that because we spend so little time by ourselves now.
"We have to have a family meeting, just the three of us, so we can work some of this out. Not only do we have to find the time to be alone with one other, but we have to have some way of letting the third one know that we need that time. Another thing, each person needs time alone just to be by themselves, quiet reflective times to sort out their own thoughts or just enjoy a personal private moment without other people around. If everything was perfect, two of us would get our quality time while the individual got the private personal time they need.
"We need time for just the three of us to be together, too. Since we got married, except for the times we've taken a walk here at the farm for some wild sex, or last night, the three of us rarely get private time to be together as our own family and just groove on each other or talk about the future or how we're going to make our family work, like who's kids are who's and who is responsible and all that stuff. When we're at your place, we go to your room, but Bob's always there to keep you parents happy. He's almost a member of our family, but it's not quite the same. You're right, we have to do something, but I'm not sure what.
"In the short term I could date each of you separately, but that could cause more problems than it solves, especially with your parents. We could run off and set up housekeeping, just the three of us, but what of everything we all have planned then? We're at least two years from living together permanently, and even then it may be just weekends or whenever I get leave. That will certainly still be better than what we have now — nothing.
"For now, I think we'll ask Mom and Dad if we can arrange to have you out more often for sleepovers and day visits until we can work out something more permanent. Our school schedules are more relaxed now, so we should be able to get more weekend time together. Mom and Dad have been cautious about having you out too often, but I think it's time to take that chance. They really do like you, so it won't be unusual to have you out at their invitation. Bob can come too, just to make it look good. He's always welcome here, and he and Dad always find something to do together anyway. 'Sides I've spent so much time at your place, it's time for payback.
"Mom and Dad made it very clear this is YOUR home too. Let's use it that way as much as possible. When we're here, we'll make a point of just two of us going for walks and spending time alone, even if we have to get extreme and draw up a schedule. At least then, the third one will have company if it's a time they don't want or need for themselves.
"I said we need time with just the three of us that involves us as a family, too. Our first family meeting will be one of those times, and we'll use it to talk about just these things. I think we should do it today. I'll ask Mom and Dad to let us have the big rooms for the rest of the time you're here, no one else allowed in. Maybe they'll even let us use them that way on an ongoing basis, too, sort of our own apartment where we can be just the three of us. We'll work on it together. We have to. How do you like me now?"
"Oh, David! That's one of the reasons I love you so much! You see things so clearly! We may think alike, seeing the problems or obstacles, but then you can sort it out and make a plan. I think what you're suggesting is the best we can do for now — at least it's a start. I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU!" How do you like me now?"
"Carol Anne Scott, I love you more than I can possibly describe. Hey! I'm getting cold! I think we better head back."
We wrapped an arm around each other and strolled back to the house in the bright, cold January sun secure and content in our love.