Child Brides of India
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 44: Adjusting (Mgg, rom, cons, no sex)
After completing our morning ritual, we went back
downstairs to rejoin the family. I'd decided not to present
the girls with their presents until Priya had time to ride
with us. I didn't think it fair to do otherwise.
When we'd returned to the breakfast room, Emma was finished
eating and sullenly talking with Mom. When she saw Priya,
she immediately went to her arms. Priya suggested that she
help Emma with a bath; fix her hair and a change of
clothes. Emma just nodded "Yes." Priya then took her
upstairs to attend to her needs.
Aleeya went out with Dad exploring, as Mom and I sat and
talked. I asked Mom if Dad had made any arrangements for
Liz, and Mom nodded and said, "Yeah, The first viewing will
be tonight from six to eight. I don't think I want Emma
there until Wednesday, the last night. The funeral will be
on Thursday morning followed by the burial and wake."
Sighing, she continued with, "I haven't given her any more
medication, but she'll probably need it on those two days.
I'm sitting here in a funk wondering how the rest of our
"beloved" family will react when they see little Emma."
Her anger rose as she went on, "It just pisses me off when
I think about what some of my own family said. My sister is
probably rolling over in her grave right now as we speak!"
Looking up at me with tearful eyes she said, "I don't know
what's going to happen with her. I can keep her for a
while, but I'm too old and tired to raise another child."
"Mom," I began, "You're not old, you're only 42. Don't
think like that. I always figured you to be the type that
didn't think or act your age, you just lived life to the
max."
Mom "Humpf'd" and said, "Wait 'til YOU'RE 42 and see if you
say that. When your father and I got married, I always
thought that when I reached this stage in life, my children
would be grown and I'd be able to spend time with John,
just like it was when we first married; just him and I."
A tear dropped to her cheek as she went on, saying, "Just
look around, Sean. We've got this gigantic house, you're in
India, and we've made our fortune. I guess I'm crying in my
beer because I feel selfish, but want to enjoy my golden
years with my husband."
Feeling her sadness, I replied, "Mom, Priya and I would
take her if it weren't for the fact that I'm married to
Aleeya; and she's three years younger than Emma. If we took
her back to India, it wouldn't take her long to figure out
that Aleeya and my relationship isn't exactly a
father/daughter one."
Leaning in to make my point, I continued, "And if I or
Priya suggested that I marry her too, THAT would be 'three
strikes and you're out' as far as Dad is concerned.
We made the argument that Aleeya grew up in a different
culture, with different views on what age to marry,
polygamy, lifestyle and such, and that under the
circumstances, it was the right thing to do. There's no
such rationale with Emma."
Mom gave an ironic chuckle and replied, "You're probably
right there, it'd go over like a fart in church!"
I asked her, "Have you talked to Priya about what might
happen to Emma?"
Shaking her head she replied, "No, not yet. We haven't had
any time. Emma's glued so tight to Priya at the moment,
it's a wonder she has room to breathe. If you can, see if
you can wean her away from Priya for a while and give the
poor girl a break"
I said to her, "I'll try Mom, I'll see what I can do."
Mom got that devilish gleam in her eye and quipped, "You're
good with little girls, turn on the charm."
"Ouch Mom!" I rebutted, "That hurt. I'm merely a victim of
circumstance."
Smiling, she replied, "And a happy recipient, from what I
can tell."
Changing the subject, I said, "Priya and I were talking
this morning and were wondering what the chances were of
her and I having a night together. What do you think?"
With a shrug Mom replied, "I told Priya this was going to
be difficult, and I don't see any chance of Emma letting go
until probably after the funeral."
She smirked and threw her hands up and said, "This whole
thing just sucks! The timing, the circumstances,
everything! I'm so tired of being sad, burying family
members, being strong for others, wiping noses and such…"
Mom put her head in her hands and cried, "I'm only human
and there's a limit to my fortitude. None of these bastards
in the family have ever offered to comfort me or even ask
how I'm doing! They think just because we could live like
kings if your father retired tomorrow that our life is a
fucking rose garden! I'm tired Sean, and I need to recharge
or I'm afraid I'm gonna crash and burn!"
I rose and enfolded my mother in my arms as she cried her
self out. I just gave a sigh of "what to do" as she sobbed
in my arms.
Mom blubbered herself out enough to lay her head in the
nape of my neck and softly say, "I thank God every day for
Priya! She's my best friend. Who would ever believe that a
twelve year-old girl could be a best friend to a forty-two
year old woman?
In the past ten years she's the only one with whom I can
unburden myself, woman-to-woman, and receive comfort and
support instead of an extended hand with an ulterior
motive. What impresses me the most is that she can keep my
confidence, even from you if I ask her to. She truly loves
me as a person, as a friend, and a daughter- not a
daughter-in-law."
I smiled and kissed her forehead and replied, "You got that
right, Mom! As far as she's concerned, she feels exactly
the same way about you. She loves you more than her own
mother."
Looking up, she replied, "Don't say that Sean, I could
never take Salima's place."
"True," I said, "But her love for you is different:
stronger, more encompassing. Salima was jealous at first,
but she seems very happy about it now. She realizes that a
friendship and bond like you two share is a rare and
precious thing, and that you're both better people because
of it."
As soon as I'd finished speaking, Emma and Priya entered
the room. Emma was now the very pretty girl I remembered,
with clean, combed and shiny light blonde curls. Her rosy
pink cheeks accented her alabaster skin and I noticed again
the sprinkling of freckles across her cheekbones and nose.
Her thighs were thicker than either of the other girls, but
not fat. Her legs had a nice tapered shape. She also had a
nice round little butt almost the size of Priya's. She was
wearing a pair of denim shorts and a bright pink halter-
top.
Emma isn't fat, but kinda fleshy and I could see two small,
cone-like puffy nipples sticking out of her top. As I
looked at her tiny titties, I got a rush and Priya saw it.
She smiled at me, letting me know she knew what I was
thinking. Embarrassed, I looked away but when I looked back
at Priya, she was still smiling at me.
Thinking about what Mom had said, I thought I might "turn
on the charm," so to speak, so I asked Emma, "Wanna nice
cuddle? Come here and let me hold you."
Emma gave me a subdued smile and came and sat on my lap.
She sat sideways and I put my arms around her with my right
arm around her chest. As I hugged her to me, I felt her
soft, puffy nipples come in contact with my forearm. Being
fuller than either Priya or Aleeya, she felt soft and
inviting as I held her. I started to firm up and I was
hoping she didn't feel me against her thigh.
I could smell the strawberry scent of her shampooed hair as
I kissed her forehead saying, "There, isn't nice to be
cuddled?"
Emma silently nodded against my chest. Priya sat down next
to Mom, looked over at me, smiled and said, "She's all
pretty and pink! Don't you think?"
Craning my head down to look at her, I replied, "Lovely!
You look as pretty as the night we met in India. What do
you think about India, did you like your visit?"
Emma looked up at me with her azure blue eyes, smiled and
replied with a little emotion, "I think its so beautiful
there, especially some of the temples we saw. Priya looked
so beautiful that night, and her wedding dress was so
beautiful, she looked like a princess! I'd like to have a
wedding dress like that some day."
Smiling I asked, "You would?"
Smiling back, she nodded yes.
Priya interjected, "Well, I don't think that they wear
wedding dresses like that here. Here the bride wears white.
In India, white is a color of mourning so we don't wear
white on our wedding day."
I think all of us realized at the same time that Priya had
slipped and said white was a color of mourning, and we just
hung on, waiting for a response from Emma. Emma sat up and
asked Mom, "Then can I wear white to Mommy's funeral?"
Smiling, Mom replied, "Sure honey. I don't see why not."
Emma asked Priya, "Why do they wear white instead of
black?"
Priya answered, "Because we believe that when we die and go
to heaven, it's a joyous and happy thing. In heaven,
there's no pain or suffering; just happiness at being with
God."
Emma looked down and replied, "I know Mommy's in heaven
with God and Daddy now, I think I'll wear white because she
doesn't have any more pain."
The tears started to run down her rosy cheeks as she
continued, "My heart hurts because she's not here with me,
but I know she doesn't have any more pain or sickness."
Reaching across the table and taking her hand, Priya smiled
and replied, "That's right Sweetie. Now, in heaven, your
mommy doesn't have any more cancer, or pain, or sickness.
She has a new, reborn body that is perfect. She's sad
because she's not with you anymore, but she's happy and
looking down on you with your Daddy."
Patting her hand, Priya continued, "She knows that all of
us love you and will take care of you."
Taking her hand, Emma asked, "Priya, can I come and live
with you and Sean in India? I promise to be good. I don't
want to think about not being with you because you are my
bestest friend."
Smiling, Priya replied, "We'll see. There's a lot of time
to think about it before we return to India, OK?"
Emma nodded and laid her head back down on my chest.
Changing the subject, Mom perked up and said, "We've been
stuck in this house for two days, let's get out and take a
look around. Whatcha y'all say?"
Everyone agreed and we rose to go outside. We have a second
garage next to the house where we keep three 4-wheel ATV's
to roam the property. Entering the garage, Priya looked at
the ATV's and asked, "What are these? We're gonna ride on
these things?"
I laughed and replied, "Yeah, the place is too big to walk,
so we have these to get around on. They're safe and will go
through just about anything; snow, water, mud. They're
kinda fun to ride."
She also noticed a huge Toyota 4-wheel drive Tundra pick-up
truck outfitted with a winch and plow attachment and
exclaimed, "Boy! What's that? It's huge!"
Again laughing, I replied, "That's what we use to pick up
and distribute feed and hay for the horses and it has a
plow; see it over there sitting in the corner? Anyway we
use the plow in the wintertime to plow the snow in the
driveway."
Mom, standing next to the ATV asked Priya, "Do you wanna
try driving this thing or do you want me to drive?"
Looking scared, Priya shook her head no and I said, "Go
ahead and give it a try! I'll pull it out for you and let
you ride around the lot a few times and get used to it
first, OK?"
She got a devilish smile on her face and nodding said, "OK,
it looks like it might be fun."
Mom patted her on the back and said, "Atta girl, go for
it!"
I started it up, pulled it out of the garage and pointed it
towards the drive. I gave her a helmet and told her, "Here,
put this on. We never get on one of these things without a
helmet."
Nodding, she let me help her put the helmet on and had her
sit in the driver's seat. I showed her where the gas pedal
was, the brakes, clutch and how to shift gears. Applying
the brakes, I had her push in the clutch and put it in
first. I told her, "Once you get moving, put it in second
gear, like this, OK?"
She nodded and I stepped around and climbed on the back.
When she took her foot off the brake and started to move,
the thing lurched, and I yelled, "Give it some gas!"
Moving forward in lurches, like someone learning to drive a
car with a standard stick shift, I yelled again, "More
gas!"
She eased the pedal down and began to move. She was stiff
as a board with fear so I yelled to her, "Relax, you're
doing fine. Shift into second gear now."
Grinding a pound of gear, she managed to get into second
and gave it some gas as we rode down the road about ten or
fifteen mph. We rode down to the gate, and as we neared I
reached around her waist and steered her off the road to
make wide turn around. The bumpy off-road ride scared her a
little, but once back on the road, she was having a ball!
We pulled up at the garage and she applied the brake
without releasing the clutch and predictably lurched three
times and stalled out. Emma and Mom stood nearby laughing.
Getting off and coming around to face her, Priya had a
cheese-eating grin on her face and exclaimed, "THAT was
fun! Let's go exploring!"
Mom said, "I'll ride with Priya, you go with Emma."
I agreed and Emma asked, "Can I drive, Poppy taught me how
to do it and we ride all the time?"
"Sure," I replied smiling, "Just don't go getting any
speeding tickets, OK?"
Slapping my arm, she replied giggling, "You can't get a
speeding ticket here on the property, silly."
Continuing to rib her I replied, "OK Mario Andretti, let's
go!"
Slapping me again, with helmet on, she climbed on the one
in the garage, started it and backed it out like a champ. I
climbed on behind her and she turned it around as we waited
for Priya to get started again. After a couple of false
starts, we got moving slowly down towards the pond.
Once moving, I placed my hands on Emma's hips. I looked
down and saw her tight, round little butt as she sat with
her legs open straddling the ATV. Seeing her legs spread, I
had a devilish thought about what it would be like to be
between her legs and feasting on her honey pot.
Not being able to resist the thought, I started to harden
and I reached around a little further and gently let my
hands rest on her lower stomach. I felt a small pillow of
fat that was invitingly soft. I brought my hands back
slightly, to rest on her hips again. They had a nice soft
rounded curve and I could barely feel her hipbones.
I was now hard as a rock and thought I'd better get a
handle on my dick because we were getting close to the
pond. Mom had Priya turn and pull alongside the pond and
stop about twenty feet from the water's edge.
Luckily, I quelled my hard on and we all got off to look
around. I must still have had a slight bulge in my jeans
because Priya gave me another coy smile.
They say, "If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle
them with bullshit." So I hurriedly said to Priya, "Well,
this is the "lake" I told you about. We use it for
irrigation and sometimes we go swimming here during the
summer also."
Still smiling she replied, "I didn't know riding one of
these things could be so much fun, did you?"
Caught!
(Come on asshole; time to baffle her with bullshit!)
Responding nonchalantly I said, "I don't know, after the
first couple of times, the thrill is gone."
Enjoying my uneasiness, Priya looked down at my crotch and
replied with a smile, "Looks to me like you haven't lost
the thrill… yet"
Mom chuckled; she knew what was going on. Emma missed the
double entendre and said to Priya, "It's pretty down here
isn't it?"
With her continued smile, Priya looked at me and replied,
"Yeah, there's a lot of beauty around here."
Mom (probably thinking Priya had milked it enough)
injected, "Alright you two, let's have a lazy look around."
The repartee over, Priya nestled in under my arm, and put
her arm around the back of my waist and replied, "Yeah,
let's have a look around.
We took several steps, and surprisingly, Emma nestled
herself under my other arm and we followed Mom, with me,
arm-in-arm with two lovely salt and pepper little girls.
Falling several steps back to come alongside Priya, Mom
said, "The guys like to swim down here sometimes, but I use
the pool. There's fish in this pond, and the last time I
swam here, one brushed against my leg and scared the shit
outta me!"
Priya and Emma giggled and Priya asked, "There's fish in
there?"
"Yeah," I replied, "A few lake trout and some small-mouth
bass. I think the longest one I've caught here was about a
foot long, but that was two summers ago."
"Hmmm," Priya said, "It must be nice to catch fresh fish.
Maybe you could teach me."
Emma chimed in with, "Oh, it's fun! Poppy and I caught a
BIG one a couple of weeks ago. When I pulled it from the
water, it was flip-flopping all over the place. I was kinda
sad though because Aunt Abby cooked it for dinner."
Chuckling, Mom said, "That's right, I'd forgotten about
that! Sean, you'd have been proud. It was a bass about
sixteen inches long, a real beauty, and tasty too!"
"Ah hah!" I said jokingly, as I looked down at Emma, "So
now you're a real angler aren't you?"
Smiling up with an affirmative nod she replied, "Yep!"
Glancing at her watch, Mom said, "It's getting on, lets
ride the fence line and then head back to the house. We
have to get something to eat, then get ready for this
evening."
Agreeing, we split up and went to our respective ATV's.
Putting on our helmets I asked Emma, "Do you still want to
drive or do you want me to?"
"No, that's OK," She replied, "I like to drive. Besides, I
need the practice."
Nodding, I climbed on behind her as she started up the
engine. We followed Priya and Mom along the fence line and
I placed my hands at the curve of Emma's waist. I started
to get hard again when I looked down and imagined what it
would be like to be inside her tiny ass, stroking in and
out while I peeled her plump, alabaster butt cheeks open
and watched her pink anal ring pull away from her body as I
withdrew.
"Damn! I'm such a fucking pervert!" I thought to myself.
Not wanting a repeat of the verbal sparring down at the
pond, I quelled my dirty thoughts by concentrating on the
Liz's first viewing at the funeral home this evening.
Priya was now getting the hang of driving and after
circling the property we pulled up in front of the garage.
I got off and Emma parked ours. After Priya unseated
herself, Mom parked the other ATV inside next to Emma's.
We went inside and got cleaned up for a bite to eat when
Aleeya and Dad came in the back door. She came running over
and leapt into my arms and exclaimed, "We had a great time,
didn't we Poppy? We rode on 4-wheel thingy and I got to
steer! It was lots and lots of fun!"
With everyone laughing at her joy, I replied, "You got to
steer? Wow! That's great! We were out there too, I can't
imagine why we didn't see you."
Dad smiled and said, "We were down at the hay barn. She
spent some time climbing around in the loft while I shifted
a few bales."
"I see," I replied as I picked a few pieces of hay from her
hair, "Looks like you had a ball, huh?"
"Oh yes!" She replied, " It was super!"
"Super?" I asked, "You're in America two days and already
sounding like an A-mur-I-can! Now, go get washed up to
eat."
Abby was getting everything ready for a cookout when Priya
asked, "What are we having?"
Abby held up a plate of raw hamburgers and said, "The
American classic, barbequed hamburgers with salad and
chips!"
Cautious, Priya asked, "Is that beef? If so, has it been
approved by a cleric as suitable for Muslims?"
Abby patted her shoulder and replied, "Yup! Your Mom got
all the meats from a certified Muslim store, don't worry,
OK?"
Satisfied, Priya nodded and began to help Abby with things.
Once everything was set up on the deck and the table was
set, I showed Priya how to grill hamburgers. Emma and
Aleeya were stuffing their mouths with soda and chips when
Mom scolded them saying, "Alright girls, that's enough
junk. You've got save room for the food."
Giggling, they stopped stuffing their faces. After grilling
up some hamburgers and beef hot dogs, we all sat down to a
nice cookout lunch.
Aleeya had a hamburger and two hot dogs. She said she
really liked the hot dogs the best. Priya got embarrassed
when she bit into her hamburger and the juice ran down the
side of her mouth and leaned over her plate to catch the
drippings.
Chuckling I said, "That's why they're so good! Nice and
juicy; not like those fast food places where the meat is
dry. Good, huh?"
With her cheeks bloated and chewing, she smiled and nodded
in agreement. With full stomachs and feeling lazy, we sat
back and talked about inconsequential things. Aleeya an
endless bundle of energy, headed off to the play-set.
To everyone's surprise, Emma rose and came to me, sat down
on my lap and put her arms around my neck, laying her head
on my shoulder. Acting like nothing was wrong, all of us
again continued with our conversation as she sat, just
listening. I put my right hand around her and placed my
hand on her hip while I continued to talk.
Priya smiled at me and then at Mom. There was something
going on in her head, and I wanted to talk to her (or Mom)
about it. Mom whispered something in Priya's ear and Priya
got up and said to Emma, "Let's go inside for a minute,
OK?"
Emma looked up, nodded and rose to follow Priya into the
house. Once inside, Mom said that she didn't want to talk
about the viewing tonight in front of Emma. Today was the
first day she'd acted somewhat normal, and Mom didn't want
to spoil it for her.
She asked, and I agreed to go to the viewing tonight with
her and Dad. Dad said we'd have to leave here about five to
be at the funeral home by six. Mom said that she'd talked
to Priya and that Priya would watch both the girls tonight
for us.
The three of us agreed that we should help Abby clean up
and start to get ready. I looked at my watch and it was now
3:10. After clearing the table, I looked for Aleeya.
Aleeya was still going strong on the jungle gym. As I
watched her, I shook my head in wonder. I thought about the
complexity of the human spirit as I watched her play with a
childish reckless abandon.
Watching her, she looked like any other five year-old;
playing, carefree, seemingly without a worry in the world.
How could she be so childlike in some respects when the
other side of her was a little minx? Somehow, it was a
juxtaposition of identities: one childlike, the other a
woman. How does she keep the two in place?
As I continued to watch her, she'd giggle as she moved from
the slide to the rings and over to the climbing rope. She
truly looked happy. Not like that day in India when we had
the confrontation with her mother. That day she was
frightened, in pain both physically and emotionally;
feeling unloved and unwanted.
Now, she looked comfortable, with a confidence in knowing
that she was loved and cared for. No wonder Christ said to
us that we should come to Him as children. Realizing
something, I nodded within myself as I agreed that no one
has the capacity to love as a child does.
I had seen both sides of this tiny little imp: the side
that was childlike and wanted reassuring cuddles, hugs and
kisses, and the side that looked at me with passion as she
drove my erect member into the depths of her belly…
God, I love her so much! That thought brought with it a
pride of having the privilege to share both sides of her,
but also sadness when I thought about why having a child in
such a manner was such a powerful driving force within me.
I remembered the erection I'd gotten, fueled by my
imagination on that ATV with Emma earlier. Could I have
her? Would I? If she were handed to me on a silver platter,
would I partake?
Being honest with myself, that was a stupid question. I'd
feast as if at a royal banquet. It seemed strange to me
though that I didn't look at little girls and lust after
them, only those that were close to me in some way; only
those that I had a love for anyway. Why?
I was brought back to reality when Mom came up and hugged
me from behind and asked, "Whatcha thinking about?"
Smiling, I replied "Oh, just watching Aleeya and wondering
if I did the right thing by marrying her."
Mom sighed and rubbing my chest from behind replied, "Look
at her, she's happy! She's happy with herself, with you,
and with the relationship the three of you have. She's well
adjusted and confident enough to express her needs and
desires, what do you think? I think you made the only
decision that would produce the happy little girl you see
before you."
I turned and hugged my Mom and replied with a smile,
"Thanks Mom, like Priya, you always know what to say to
ease my fears."
Mom smirked and said, "I didn't say it to ease your fears,
I said it because it's the truth. Only you can deal with
your fears."
"Yeah," I said, "I guess you're right about that. What
about Emma?"
Releasing me she replied, "There's a lot of time to talk
about Emma. Let's deal with the here and now and get past
the funeral. I have a feeling that Emma's fate will take
care of itself."
"Maybe you're right," I said, "We'd better get ready to go
soon."
Yeah," Mom said with a sigh, "I'm not looking forward to
this at all. Come on, let's get on with it."
We turned together and walked into the house leaving my
playful, happy five year-old wife to play in her own little
world.
After showering and getting dressed, I went downstairs to
the breakfast room. Aleeya was just coming in from outside,
while Priya and Emma were playing monopoly. Aleeya
excitedly asked, "Oh boy, can I play?"
Looking at Emma, Emma nodded and Priya replied, "OK, we'll
start a new game."
As the three girls reset the game board to begin a new
game, I kissed the girls, including Emma, goodbye. Mom and
Dad were ready, so we gathered our things and left.
Riding to the funeral home, I thought about how much I
really hate funerals and all the polite things we do in
reverence for the dead. That somber etiquette people
display while trying to appear strong over the loss of a
loved one.
Upon arriving, we were greeted by Mom's older sister. By
the tense conversation, I had a feeling that this was going
to be an arduous ordeal. Liz looked good lying there: at
peace as if now her pain was truly gone.
The rest of Mom's family sporadically appeared, and
although tense, there were no venomous remarks or terse
insults. We got through the first night, but on the way
home we were all emotionally drained and quiet.
Dad tried to break the silence with talk of business, but
Mom tersely snapped, "Not now John, I'm not in the mood to
hear this shit."
One thing ALL men learn is that when the woman is pissed,
shut your mouth and keep quiet, while giving her a wide
birth.
Dad replied, "Yes Dear."
Upon arriving home, we found the girls in the family room
watching TV. I told Priya we needed to say prayers, but she
replied, "We already have. Even Emma prayed with us."
That got raised eyebrows from the three of us, and I
shrugged and said, "Well, I have to say mine. I'll be
upstairs."
She responded with, "Alright, go ahead. We'll be up in a
little while."
I went upstairs to pray. About an hour later, the three
girls came in and sat on the bed talking. After about
fifteen minutes of girl talk, it was near ten-fifteen.
Priya saw the time and said, "I think we should call it a
day. Come on Emma, let's get ready for bed."
Emma nodded and rose with Priya. I hugged and kissed Priya
goodnight and after we'd exchanged "I love you's," they
then headed for Emma's bedroom.
Aleeya and I got undressed, peed (she giggled with delight
as she played fireman with my pissing dick), and climbed
into bed. She snuggled her tiny butt against me in a spoon
and said, "I love you Sean, you make me so very happy!"
Kissing her on the top of her head I replied, "I'm glad
because you make me very happy too!"
She turned and looking over her shoulder asked me, "Can I
sleep on top of you tonight so you can hold by butt? I love
to go to sleep that way, you keep all the monsters away
when you hold me."
With a chuckle, I smiled and replied, "Sure Sweetheart, I
don't want any monsters visiting either! Come here!"
She climbed up on top of me, and I held a tiny, honey
colored butt cheek in each hand. She straddled her legs
alongside my torso. I felt her smooth, puffy, baby fat
pussy lips on my stomach and said to myself, "Life doesn't
get any better than this!"
We fell asleep like that, keeping our monsters at bay.
We both turned on our sides into a spooning position.
Aleeya silently reached between her legs, placed my flaccid
member between her folds and we both fell off to a much-
needed sleep.
Continued in Chapter 45…
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