After a while, I guess June couldn’t resist me any longer. As much as I wanted to last longer for her sake, I came right away. XXNX “Come to Mama June.” Joey slipped into our bed, on June’s other side. I could tell they weren’t sleeping, because the blankets kept moving, and I could see their heads and arms, and even at one point, June’s leg curling out from under the covers. And there June sat next to him on the bed, disheveled but elegant, beautiful in a silken robe tied loosely at the waist. Another trait which Joey shares with all our subsequent live-ins is that he is very well hung. I was in seventh heaven. I started rocking quietly against June’s bottom, not wanting Joey to find out that I was doing something so naughty while he, almost our surrogate child, shared our bed.
