About me: and wiggle back against him, all sleepy eyes and
long limbs. It was a very rare occasion when we
had time for morning sex in our rush to get
everything ready and everyone out the door on
time. Still, he loved it when I reached back and
squeezed and tugged on him in those drifting
moments still caught between sleeping and awake. I
liked to imagine what he’d been dreaming
about as I reached back to stroke him against my
ass— what new flavor of the feminine had
entered his unconscious during the
