Chapter 6
We woke up about nine. The rain had stopped and bright sunlight came streaming in under the window shade's lower border. Marge stirred sleepily. I kissed her.
"Morning," I said.
"Mmmmm."
"Sleep well?"
"No," she said. "But the interruptions were fun."
We got out of bed. It had been cramped, the two of us in a bed not even wide enough for one, and neither of us any midget. But it was a wonderful feeling to wake up in the morning after having spent the whole night in bed with a big, busty, warm, co-operative wench. We dressed, and I playfully ogled Marge as she got into her garments, leaning forward to dangle her big breasts into the cups of her bra before she put it on.
"My mouth feels like somebody's been using it for some obscene purpose," she said. "Lend me your toothb
