Saturday, December 17, 2005
Arthur somehow manages to focus on the task a hand, and soon Janice's bottom is as red as Rudolph's nose. You motion for him to slow down, rather than stopping abruptly. He complies (you're teaching him, as well) and begins to use a lighter touch, with more caresses than slaps, as he brings Janice back from the edge.
After a few minutes, as Janice continues to sigh and rub against Arthur's lap, you lean over and whisper something in his ear. He looks at me, and at Janice, and then whispers something back. I'm getting a little bit concerned, as he's looking at me rather than at what he's doing, and I hate being kept in the dark. There is something going on - and it involves me.
After a few minutes, as Janice continues to sigh and rub against Arthur's lap, you lean over and whisper something in his ear. He looks at me, and at Janice, and then whispers something back. I'm getting a little bit concerned, as he's looking at me rather than at what he's doing, and I hate being kept in the dark. There is something going on - and it involves me.
