I was wearing khaki pants and a white collared shirt with a striped tie that Amanda had given me as a birthday present years ago. "We'll be home soon, and you'll see what." I paused.
Her digit was barely inside of me, just up to the first joint, but it felt sensational. Our living room was fairly spacious, with a long leather sofa, a matching loveseat, and a sturdy coffee table among the furniture.