Katy's Point of View
When I wake up, he's cuddled up around me, sleeping peacefully. I relax and absorb his encompassing heat and the feel of his warmth on my body. I lay still, not wanting to wake him. Recalling last night, oh my God, what a night, filled with mind-blowing pleasures. I'm constantly yearning for Mark's touch, and it's making me shy. I need to exercise self-control, but how am I going to resist him with his wonderful, lovely face, beard, sweet lips, sculptured physique, and big, magnificent c**k?
I look up at the ceiling, recalling the most recent events in our lives, and it seems to me that we will not be able to go to sleep properly in a few months.
There will be no sleep, baby cries, baby food, breastfeeding, baby showers, and baby sleep. What have we gotten ourselves
