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Marcus
I never thought I’d say it, but I’m in love with Emma’s grandparents. Maybe it’s because I’ve never had grandparents of my own—or normal parents, for that matter—but this long weekend with Emma and her family counts among the best days of my life. Maybe even the best, because I can’t recall the last time I’ve had such a prolonged sense of well-being.
Mostly, of course, it’s due to Emma herself. Each night since my arrival here, I’ve gorged myself on her sweet, lush body, feasting on her without restraint. I’ve had her in our bed, inside the shower, up against a wall, and even on the floor, when we didn’t make it all the way to the bed one evening. But as wonderful as that has been, I’ve derived nearly as much enjoyment from the simple pleasure of falling asleep with Emma in my
