The last few days pass quietly. Mostly I fuck my lovely slave and my two horny kittens into oblivion. Katie on her back in our bed, Hope bent over the kitchen counter, Hester on her knees whenever I crook a finger — round after round until all three of them are spent and dripping and smiling. A lazy, filthy blur.
Then Saturday comes. Time to see if the twins will remember to remove their panties. Grin...
I slide out from under Katie's arm, careful not to wake her. Hope is sprawled across the foot of the bed on her stomach, face mashed into the pillow, one hand still clutching a corner of the sheet. Hester has wedged herself sideways against the headboard, a long bare leg hooked over the rail, drooling softly onto the pillowcase. Last night's marathon has left them a tangle of limbs, and extricating myself from it took a good ten minutes.
