Epilogue
I’ve turned the spare bedroom into sort of a play room. Bed removed, there’s room for my queening chair, beneath which Andrea and lies for good part of an afternoon, servicing my quim for the most part. But Octavio, becoming more and more libertine, has taken to sit as well... analingus from a beta Caucasian male coming to greatly amuse... aside from the eroticism.
And there is also room for what I term a f*****g table. Short, narrow, waist high, on it Andrea can lie supine while Octavio stands at the edge and takes her anally. Once or twice per month we make it a threesome, me sitting on Andrea’s face, holding her upturned ankles as Octavio gleefully plunges and I receive the benefits of what has become an accomplished tongue. Though not the cream pie cleansing that Andrea has
