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Fisting Fun (MF, FF, fisting)
by: Canaonman


***


Ok, I need to start this out by saying that everything 
you are about to read is absolutely true. I am a member 
of Fistingsex.com, and some of my fiction is published 
here. But this is not fiction.

My wife and I got married young. I was 20 and she was 
22. After 5 years of marriage, we love each other more 
now than ever.

In the year before we got married, Amy first confessed 
to me her love for large cocks. Her boyfriend before 
she met me was very small and she was grateful that I 
was well hung. I'm not huge, but I did ok in the dick 
department.

What I hadn't known before then was that she had a 
short affair with a guy a year before she met me. She 
met him in South Carolina on a vacation with her 
girlfriends. Apparently this guy was hung like a horse 
and Amy never got over what it was like to have a big 
dick in her.

I was really surprised when she told me all this. I 
always thought a really large penis would hurt. A few 
female friends had told me this, and it made sense. 

To add to this, my wife is a very small lady. Amy tips 
the scales at just 100 pounds and is only 4 feet and 11 
inches tall. All the women in her family are small, but 
she is the tiniest girl out of all of them. She has 
beautiful skin, very pale, she is almost full-blooded 
Irish with long curly red hair. 

When she told me finally about her craving, we made 
love and she was wilder than I had ever seen her. Just 
fantasizing about a big dick made her crazy!  I drove 
to a city an hour away and bought an assortment of toys 
to see if I could help her enjoy what she wanted. To be 
honest, I wanted to be sure she got it with me, and 
didn't go looking.

Well, the toys really hit the spot, and I was surprised 
when Amy began requesting the largest one almost every 
time we made love. It was kind of scary to see my tiny 
little Amy stuffing a dildo 11 inches long and thicker 
than my wrist into her little pussy. 

We had been married for almost 6 months when Amy showed 
me an ad in a dirty magazine as we watched TV in bed. 
The ad was for an inflatable dildo. It was exactly the 
same size as Amy's favorite, but could be inflated with 
a hand pump.

I ordered the dildo and pretty much forgot about it. 
About 6 weeks later, Amy called me at work, very 
excited; to tell me it had come in the mail.  I 
finished my shift and went home at about 110 miles an 
hour. I was barely in the door of our apartment and I 
could already smell sex. In the bedroom I found Amy 
half sleeping on the bed. The room reeked of her scent 
and the dildo was still in her about half way. I crept 
over quietly and looked at her pussy. The dildo was 
pumped up a bit, and her pussy lips were stretched very 
tightly around it. Her clit was forced up and out of 
her cunt and shone an angry red. I estimated the dildo 
to be about a half inch farther across than my wrist. 

Amy opened her eyes and I laid down next to her. We 
talked for a few minutes and then made love. Amy looked 
rather disappointed when she popped the valve on the 
little hand pump and it deflated. I have to admit, it 
took me a long time to cum, because Amy was getting 
very loose.

Soon the dildo became a nightly event. Amy would 
practically beg for it.  She knew it was stretching 
her, and that her pussy didn't feel as good anymore for 
me. So she threw herself into giving me the best 
blowjobs a man could ask for. If I fucked her with that 
dildo, while she controlled the size with the pump, she 
would give me a blowjob after that sometimes lasted two 
hours. 

About 4 or 5 months into our second year of marriage, 
Amy's pussy had become extremely large. When she would 
get up on all fours for me to put the dildo in, her 
pussy would yawn open at me. If she reached back and 
held it open, it was wide enough for me to get all four 
finger in pretty easy. Well, you know what happened 
next. One night I was fingering her, and I knew she was 
going to ask for the dildo soon. I pushed on my hand to 
reach her g-spot harder, I wanted to see if I could 
make her cum without it. She opened her eyes wide, 
looked over her shoulder at me and begged, "Yes, push 
your hand in!"

I tucked my thumb and pushed. My hand went into my 
wife's pussy with ease. I watched as my whole hand went 
up into her and stopped at my wrist. Slowly I made a 
fist and it slid in a couple inches farther. Amy arched 
her back and looked. She was smiling and licking her 
teeth with a wanton sexual look I hadn't seen before. 

Frankly, she was scaring me a little. The orgasm that 
she had as I fist fucked her was so powerful; I thought 
she was having a seizure. After that, she never asked 
for the dildo again. Night after night I fist fucked my 
wife. Night after night, she sucked me until I came in 
her mouth or on her face. She seemed to enjoy eating my 
cum as much as the fisting. 

One night a few weeks later, Amy confessed to me that 
she had been using the inflatable dildo on her ass ever 
since the fisting. I was amazed. Amy had never let me 
touch her asshole during sex. That night I actually 
fucked my wife for the first time in almost a year. It 
was up her ass.  With my hand in her cunt and my dick 
up her ass, Amy came like someone had hooked her to an 
electrical socket. I was beginning to get into this in 
a major way. 

We started fucking in the strangest places. In the car, 
in bathrooms, parks, her parents house. Every time it 
was with me or her fisting her pussy, and my cock up 
her ass. In the beginning of our fourth year of 
marriage, Amy asked me to fist her ass. This did not go 
as easily as the other things. It took us months to 
finally get my hand in her, and that was with a TON of 
KY Jelly. Amy really liked it though and we kept it up.  

Her ass didn't stretch out as bad as her cunt had, so I 
at least get in a good butt fuck every time. She will 
even suck me off after I have been in her ass. 

Well, I had progressed up the company ladder a bit and 
was finally a manager. I had to go to San Francisco for 
business for two weeks and I decided to take Amy with 
me. My boss thought it was great. Everyone at the 
company loves her. She is the perfect wife all day and 
a total whore at night. 

Well, there was almost a month before the trip for us 
to plan. I had an idea that would expand Amy's 
horizons, but I didn't know if she would go for it. 

That night, after I gave her a particularly deep 
fisting in her pussy, I talked it over with her. I 
asked her if she would consider doing a threesome, if I 
could find a bisexual girl in San Francisco who was 
particularly skilled in fist fucking. We had both read 
a lot about this in porno magazines and on the 
Internet. Once again, Amy blew me away with how excited 
she was by the idea. Apparently she had been wanting to 
try it for a while, but was afraid to ask me. 

We posted an ad in a swinger's paper in San Francisco 
that weekend. We got a lot of answers, but none that 
really clicked. We had almost given up, when a few 
nights before we were supposed to leave, we got just 
what we were looking for. The young lady answering had 
a British accent and described herself as being about 5 
foot 7, 130 pounds, short blonde hair and bisexual. She 
also made it quite clear that she had been into fist 
fucking for over 15 years and really knew how to do it. 

Her name was Tracy. What I didn't know then was that in 
three days, I was going to see this woman do things to 
my wife's body I didn't know were possible.
OK, everything up to here is pretty much background. I 
made it as short as I could, this is the good part, so 
I am going to get more detailed.

Friday came and we landed in San Fran without any 
problems.  Amy wore a little green sundress and she had 
done her hair very cute. White thigh highs with lacy 
tops and high heel sandals finished the outfit. I had 
worn slacks and a shirt/tie for a meeting I would have 
in a few hours. We drove to our hotel and checked in. 

Amy promised to get us settled and then she was going 
to the pool. I went to my meeting and did not get back 
until almost 8. 

When I got back, Amy had changed back into her sundress 
and wanted to try to meet Tracy. I agreed and called 
her from the phone in our room. I didn't get an answer, 
but left a message for her to meet us in the hotel 
restaurant. We went to dinner disappointed. We had 
pretty much gotten over it and were really enjoying the 
view over the bay when a waiter approached us and asked 
me if I was expecting a call. I took the phone, and to 
my surprise it was Tracy!  She was in the lobby, but 
had been afraid to just walk into the restaurant and 
ask for our table.

I walked out to the lobby, Amy stayed behind, she was 
so nervous she was giggling and blushing. I met Tracy 
in the lobby and got my first really good look at her. 
She was as she described about 5 feet 7 and had short 
blonde hair. She weighed about 130 from what I could 
tell and appeared to be in her mid to late thirties. 
She was pleasant looking and pretty. She had worn a 
long silk skirt and a peasant blouse. I could tell 
right away she was a very alternative sort of person. 

She had a large baggy purse and a small suitcase with 
her. 

I walked over and not sure what else to do, I offered 
my hand to shake.  She smiled very warmly and took it. 
I could see her sizing me up as we chatted nervously. I 
hoped I passed inspection. I asked her about the 
suitcase and she told me she didn't have a car that she 
had come on the bus and was just bringing it in case 
she stayed. I thought that was a little forward, but 
after a second figured it was just smart. If things got 
heavy, it would be awkward to ask her to stay if she 
didn't have any of her things. 

I took her suitcase and asked the check-in girl if she 
would keep it until we went to our room, she took it 
and put it behind the counter. I walked back over to 
Tracy and offered her my arm in a half humorous 
gesture. She slipped her hand around my bicep with a 
smile and I led her into the restaurant and over to our 
table. Amy smiled shyly and shook hands with Tracy and 
we all sat. 

I asked Tracy if she would like something and she said 
yes. I motioned the waiter over, and in a few minutes 
had Tracy set up with a nice meal.  I ordered a bottle 
of wine to help us all loosen up. Amy was very nervous 
and I could tell she just didn't know what to do or 
say. I did my best to keep the conversation lively and 
even between us. After forty minutes or so we had al 
had a couple of glasses of wine and the conversation 
became a lot easier. We learned that Tracy had lived in 
Britain until she was 16. Her parents had divorced and 
her mom took a job in San Francisco.  She had lived 
here ever since. She was working at a little boutique 
that sold alternative style nutritional supplements. 

We took the bottle of wine and headed out to the lobby. 
I went over to the counter for Tracy's bag while the 
girls waited for the elevator.  While I was walking 
back over, I noticed Tracy lean over and whisper 
something in Amy's ear and Amy giggled. Tracy then 
touched Amy s hand at her side and slowly their fingers 
intertwined. This was a good sign I thought. We rode up 
to our room and I ordered another bottle of wine.  Room 
service delivered in a few minutes and we settled into 
the couch and chairs to talk some more. I knew Amy and 
Tracy were loosened up enough by the wine to talk about 
the dirty deed. I got down on the floor and took off my 
shoes, Amy followed suit and then reached up and tugged 
on Tracy's skirt until she slipped to the floor 
giggling. 

"Tracy, how did you get into fisting?" I asked. 

"Well" she replied, "I was in college and I had only 
known I was bisexual for   about a year. I met this 
girl who was in her thirties. My friends didn't like 
her, but we really couldn't keep our hand off each 
other. One night we were in bed and it happened, she 
fisted me." Amy was watching Tracy intently as she 
told the story. "I wasn't sure about it at first, but 
after the second time I started to enjoy it. Mona 
really liked doing it to me, and pretty soon it 
became our normal way of having sex." "We did it 
everywhere, hell, she fisted me at the pool under a 
towel in front of hundreds of people."

Amy's eyes were huge through all this. "Finally we 
broke up about a year later and I went through a time 
when I became a pretty militant lesbian.  I thought I 
didn't need men and that they were pretty lousy". She 
looked at me apologetically. "I got over that when I 
met John, an activist from Los Angeles. We fell in love 
and the next thing I knew I was practically married to 
him in a little apartment. After a few weeks, I could 
take his larger hands. I was really becoming a fisting 
freak by this time; I had to have it every day. Heck, I 
would wake up after John left for work, and I would 
fist myself for a half hour or so, then as soon as John 
got home I would want it again. Sometimes I would even 
want it a THIRD time that night." She went on to 
explain how John hadn't been able to handle this fetish 
and it eventually drove them apart. 

I watched Amy through all this; she was looking at 
Tracy rather fondly and was touching her hand with her 
fingers very lightly. Tracy went on.  "I dove back into 
the lesbian lifestyle after that, I slept with a LOT of 
girls over the next year. After a year or so, I got 
over John and I started doing guys too. I won't lie, I 
really got out of control, I slept with WAY too many 
people. But I slowed down after another year or so and 
developed a circle of friends that shared my interest 
in fist fucking and some other kinks. We sort of made 
the rounds with each other on a regular basis and tried 
not to let any relationships develop. I started to work 
on anal fisting, and I got pretty good at it after 
time. Then I met some lesbians who were really into B&D 
and they really changed things for me.

They did things with fisting I had never imagined. They 
fisted each other's butts deeper than I thought 
possible and some of them could take two hands in their 
pussies at once. I really got into it with them and at 
the same time I got into drugs and combining them with 
fisting. I found that a combination of some muscle 
relaxers and something to get you high could make 
fisting a lot easier and more pleasurable."

Amy's eyes lit up at this and she interjected "I 
thought about muscle relaxers once, just to see if it 
would make it easier to open up!" I was pretty amazed 
she spoke, being so shy normally. I guessed the wine 
had loosened her a bit.

"Well, I wont bore you with the rest, I have continued 
to see my regular group over the past few years. We are 
all very careful now about disease and we get tested 
regularly. I was tested last month and I came up clean, 
so it's ok, you don t have to worry" she finished.

Amy had slid down a little farther and her dress had 
slid up, revealing the lacy tops of her thigh-highs and 
the crotch of her lacy white thong.  She was sliding 
her hand down the outside of her left thigh repeatedly 
and her fingers had wrapped around Tracy s pretty 
tightly. She was looking at Tracy pretty intensely and 
she looked at me and bit her lip. I knew right away she 
was hot and wanted to fuck.  

I quickly gave Tracy a history on us, Amy filled in 
some places. We soon had her up to date, and the wine 
was almost gone.  "Tracy" I said, "Its obvious you are 
a lot more experienced than us, and Amy is really 
interested in taking this to the max, so why dot you 
explain how we can do that for her, then maybe we'll 
get started."

"Well, that all depends on Amy" she said. "Amy, just 
how far do you want to go with fisting? I mean, it can 
go so far as to make permanent changes to your pussy 
and ass, and I dot want to do anything to you that you 
don t want." The answer Amy gave her was the most 
shocking and surprising thing I have ever heard her 
say.

"I want to go to the absolute extreme possible, I want 
it all".

I sat there open mouthed, staring at my shy little 
wife. I regained my composure and shut my jaw with a 
snap. Tracy scooted a little closer to Amy and asked 
her a different question. "Are you willing to take a 
few drugs to help me get you there?" she asked. Amy 
answered her without a moment's hesitation, "yes".

Tracy went over to her purse and pulled out a few 
bottles. Opening the first, she gave two pills to Amy. 

"This is ecstasy, it makes you very relaxed, and it 
increases sexual pleasure a great deal" she explained.  
Then she opened the second and took out two much larger 
pills. "These are a muscle relaxer, it will help you 
open up." The final bottle she opened and took out one 
pill. "This is codeine, it will help with some of the 
nausea and discomfort when we get really far in you.

Amy popped the whole handful into her mouth and 
swallowed them with the last of her wine. I was very 
nervous about this, Amy and I had done a little grass 
when we were in college and even dropped acid once 
together.  But this was mixing drugs and alcohol 
together, and we really didn't know if Tracy was cool 
or not yet. I vowed right there to be the safety valve 
on this little expedition. Amy had obviously given 
herself totally to this. We sat and talked some more, 
and Tracy unloaded her little suitcase. She took out 
two large squeeze bottles, one dark brownish, and the 
other slightly greenish. She explained that the first 
was WET, she liked to use it in anal fisting, because 
it was very slippery. The other bottle was her own 
creation, 8 parts KY-Jelly, one part Astroglide, and 
one part Aloe Vera. She then took out a pair of long 
rubber gloves, the surgical kind that go up past your 
elbow. The reason for these was to prevent any 
infections. Next to come out was an inflatable dildo 
just like ours, except this one was 14 inches or so and 
about twice as thick uninflated!  I watched Amy's face 
as this dildo was laid out in front of her. Her eyes 
lit up and she bit her lower lip. She encircled it with 
her hand, her little fingers could only go around it 
about half way. I could tell she was looking at this 
monster as a challenge. I glanced between her legs; her 
pussy lips had swelled out and were pushing around the 
outsides of her thong. A wet spot was growing in her 
center. The last thing to come out was a small length 
of rope and some handcuffs. This made me uneasy as 
well, but Amy giggled at them. I could tell Amy was 
getting stoned by the look in her eyes. 

Tracy also noticed Amy s state and sat next to her. 
"How are you feeling sweet thing?" she asked. Amy 
replied rather slowly "I feel downright yummy" and 
tossed her hair. Amy knows her hair drives men nuts. 

Tracy cupped Amy's breast and asked her again "How are 
you feeling?"  Amy kind of shivered and sucked in her 
breath "WOW!" "That's the ecstasy hon, its gonna make 
everything just great."  

Well, I'll skip over the rest of the foreplay, because 
I know by now most of you are asking, "When the hell is 
the fist fucking going to start?"

We wound up in bed after another half hour of fiddling. 
Amy was naked and on all fours. I was sitting at the 
top of the bed and she was giving me a pretty awesome 
blowjob. Tracy was behind Amy with all her gear. She 
had on the gloves and was greasing them and the dildo 
up with the KY/Astro/Aloe bottle. Then she did 
something I don t think Amy expected, she inserted the 
squirt end of the bottle into Amy's pussy and squeezed 
about a third of it into her. Amy gasped and exclaimed 
"That s c-cold!" around my cock. "Don't talk with you 
mouth full sweetie," Tracy joked. We laughed a little 
and Tracy slowly began teasing and playing with Amy s 
pussy. I watched as she worked on Amy for much longer 
than I would have.  She took her time, opening Amy like 
a flower. Amy was responding to this in a very big way. 

She moaned and squealed around my cock and said dirty 
words when something was especially good like "Fuck 
yeah, that s it". All in all, Tracy took over an hour 
to finally enter Amy with more than three fingers. By 
this time, Amy was delirious with pleasure and was 
humping her hips and twitching. She slid my cock out 
with a wet plop and laid her head on my thigh. "Please 
Tracy, fuck me, I gotta have it!" she whimpered. I was 
watching this with the goofiest guy grin on my face I 
am sure. 

"You ready baby?" asked Tracy. "God yes" she replied. 
Then Tracy simply pushed her hand into Amy in one quick 
motion. There was no gradual humping it in, no slow 
slide, no going in stages. One moment she was pointing 
it into her, then the next the only thing sticking out 
was her wrist. Amy exploded in the first of the many 
orgasms she would have.  I swear on my own grave, Amy 
drooled on my leg she came so hard. Then Tracy began to 
do the same thing to Amy inside, as she had outside. I 
could see her arm flexing as she reached and swabbed 
and tickled and stroked Amy all over inside. This also 
continued for almost an hour. She would push Amy to the 
very edge of a climax, then back off, only to do it 
again and again. Amy writhed and moaned and muttered 
unintelligible words. Sometimes she would suck on me, 
but she was normally too out of it to concentrate 
enough.

"You wanna come down here and see?" Tracy asked me. I 
slid down and got behind Amy too. I was amazed at what 
I saw. Amy's pussy had opened to absolutely mammoth 
proportions. Her pussy was easily gaping a half inch 
around Tracy s arm. She was slowly swabbing around and 
around inside Amy, opening her farther and farther. 

"Here's the neat part," she whispered to me. Slowly she 
pushed her fist deeper into Amy. Amy moaned loudly and 
pushed back. Tracy's arm hit the thick part and Amy's 
entrance became too small to accept any more. I 
estimated Tracy was in Amy about ten inches. Amy was 
panting and wiggling, and Tracy began to push again. 

"Whoah whoah, I whispered to her, "Any more is gonna 
hurt her." Tracy looked at me and raised an eyebrow 
like Spock from "Star Trek". "Hon" she confided quietly 
"I can't feel her cervix yet, we're not even close. 

Trust me." With that, she resumed the pressure and the 
results were outstanding! I watched as Amy's cunt 
collapsed under the pressure. Her prim little pussy 
lips caved backwards up into her body. Relentlessly, 
Tracy pressed on and her arm slid into Amy's pussy even 
more. Amy s voice rose into a long drawn out squeal 
"oooooOOOOH GAWD TRACY FUUUUCKMEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" I was 
half horrified, and half turned on by this. I realized 
at that moment, that Amy would never have a want or 
need for my penis again. The look on her face confirmed 
this. I guessed it was pointless anyway, the amount of 
stretching her pussy had done did not look like it 
could be recovered from. The pussy that had become 
large under our own administrations had turned into a 
huge gaping hole in the hands of the master. Amy rose 
up on her hands and I saw Tracy s fist bulge out just 
under Amy s navel. Amy was practically convulsing she 
was in so much pleasure. Drool was running down her 
face again and her eyes were rolled back into her head. 

Amy s belly button bulged out as once again Tracy s 
fist pushed out from inside her. I looked at her pussy 
and couldn't believe how deep Tracy was, about three 
fourths of her forearm was inside my wife s cunt! I 
could see pucker marks around the entrance; Amy's clit 
had obviously gone up into her with the thrust. 

Amy shook and moaned. I watched as goosebumps came up 
on the skin of her ass and back. Tracy continued the 
swabbing and swirling motions; she seemed to be 
thoroughly enjoying the massive stretching she was 
performing on my wife. I wondered at that point exactly 
what Tracy's motivations were. She was still totally 
dressed, but was panting like she was having sex. Her 
arm was in my wife's pussy to about three inches from 
her elbow. The motions she was making inside Amy were a 
little more than friendly, almost like she was enjoying 
the fact that she was stretching Amy out so far, 
instead of the pleasure it gave Amy.

Amy had laid her head on the bed again, her ass still 
up in the air. I crawled up beside her and looked at 
her whose face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure 
and pain that looked incomprehensible. I touched her 
cheek and her eyes opened. One look in her eyes told me 
that she was somewhere I could not reach; I knew she 
didn't even know her name right then. The only thing 
that existed in the universe for Amy at that moment was 
her incredibly overstretched pussy, and the twisting 
arm inside it.  Her tongue was flopping around in her 
mouth, like it was searching for something. A large 
dark spot was growing on the bed under her face, where 
her spit was pooling.

After about 20 or 30 minutes (I wasn't watching the 
clock anymore), Tracy slowly withdrew her arm from Amy. 
The continuous orgasm that Amy was held in the thrall 
of cycled itself down. Amy lay on the bed so still I 
was afraid she was hurt. The only movement she 
displayed was very slow breathing. After a while, it 
became apparent she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Tracy got up and went into the bathroom, I heard water 
running and I figured she was washing up. I pulled on 
my robe and went into the bath myself. I took a quick 
shower and came out. Tracy was sitting on the chair 
next to the bed, looking at Amy's still body. I stood 
and admired as well, I am amazed to this day at the 
beauty, and incredible tiny proportions of my wife.

I slowly walked over to the foot of the bed; I 
exchanged a glance with Tracy, who simply smiled. I 
knelt down between Amy's feet, which were hanging off 
the edge, and inspected her pussy. What I saw amazed, 
horrified, and turned me on to a degree that was 
maddening.

My wife's once tiny little pussy was totally stretched 
out.

All around her pussy, stretch marks had appeared. The 
skin surrounding her cunt, and even down onto her legs 
a little was an angry red.  Her clit was very raw, and 
swollen up like I had never seen. Her pussy lips looked 
stretched, and did not close, but instead hung limply 
around her crotch. 

But her hole, her hole was the frightening thing. It 
gaped open an inch and a half across. It showed 
absolutely no signs of closing, and a warm, wet dribble 
of girl cum was still coming out of it, pooling under 
her.

I crept into bed alongside her; Tracy was changing into 
a t-shirt for sleeping. I motioned her into the king-
size bed. She lay on the other side of Amy, and soon we 
were all asleep.

I was awakened in the morning by the sound of whispers 
and soft moans. I opened my eyes, and found myself 
alone on the bed. The sounds were coming from the 
bathroom. I got up quietly and crept to the door and 
peeked in through the crack. 

Amy was leaning over the sink and vanity; Tracy was 
sitting on the hot tub edge behind her. Tracy's hand, 
and a full five or six inches of her arm were up in 
Amy's butt. Amy was making short little fucking motions 
with her hips, trying to coax it deeper. Slowly but 
surely, Tracy's arm inched relentlessly into Amy's size 
3 ass. Four fingers from her other hand were in Amy's 
newly enlarged pussy. She was slowly stroking Amy from 
within. "Oh god Tracy, this is so fucking good," said 
Amy, and I knew how turned on she was, because she 
never says the f-word unless she is very aroused. "I 
had no idea my ass could feel so good, it's like I have 
another pussy!' she exclaimed. Tracy smiled and I could 
see her pick up the pace of the rubbing inside Amy.  

Amy gasped and began to shake a little. Moments later 
she came with a groan and a choking noise from her 
throat. Slowly Tracy withdrew her hands from Amy and 
Amy sat on the floor. I crept back to the bed and sat 
on the edge as if just waking.

About 5 minutes later, I heard the shower come on. I 
got up and got ready for work. Fully dressed in my 
suit, I poked my head into the steamy room when the 
sound of the shower was gone. "I'm off to work girls, 
dot do anything without me." I asked. "Amy looked at me 
a little bit too wide-eyed, but recovered quickly and 
smiled at me. "Wouldn't dream of it sweetheart!" she 
quipped "We're just going to go see the sites today." I 
stepped in and kissed her, then I hit the road.

I didn't get back to the hotel until 8 that night. I 
was tired and in a bad mood. The meetings I had been in 
all day were boring and had little to do with my part 
of the job. 

