HNT - Happy Thanksgiving...!

The man, with dogs

Picture it...

Scene: The back seat of the Mrs. car, parked behind a mostly deserted shopping plaza.
Time: Early evening on a blustery day in winter circa 2008.

Daniel is reclined in the back seat. His pants open. His cock hard and probing the depths of Frances' warm mouth. Apart from his open pants francesanddaniel are completely bundled up for the brisk winter weather.

Cue headlights pulling up from behind the parked vehicle.

"Oh no!" Frances exclaims, sitting up abruptly, not entirely surprised.
"Let me take care of this," Daniel grumbles, opening the door to stand and zip his trousers.

"Everything ok here, sir?" inquires the officer, cautiously approaching Daniel as he adjusts his pants.

"Yes, well...we'll just be going," Daniel replies hopefully.

The officer slowly peeks around Daniel to peer in the car door at Frances.

"You decent, ma'am?" he asks hesitantly.

"Uh huh. Yes of course," she responds in a daze.

"Why don't you step out of the car then please. And you," he says, referencing Daniel, "turn off the ignition and step around back here."

The cop directs a blushing and slightly put out francesanddaniel to the rear of the car. Their guilty shadows are now silhouetted against the dark back of the shopping center. They are sandwiched between the bright lights of the patrol car and the dirt dimmed taillights of the warm car they just exited. The man begins a gentle barrage of questions:

"Where are you guys from? May I have a look at your drivers licenses? Are there any drugs or weapons in the car?"

Daniel takes the lead, giving succinct yet truthful answers as a mortified Frances pulls up her scarf and attempts to warm her hands by blowing on them.

"This isn't a PARKING lot," the officer almost amusedly admonishes, the implied air quotes around "parking" hang in the night like the billows of exhaust from his idling sedan. Francesanddaniel nod their agreement, helpless in the fact that that knowledge didn't seem to matter much during the time BEFORE they were caught.

Still conversational and amused the officer states, "We have a K-9 patrol in the area. I'm gonna have him come over and have a look at your car."

"That ok?"' he asks, knowing the only correct answer is for francesanddaniel to agree, which they outwardly happily do while inside DYING to drive off already.

The man radios for the other man WITH DOGS to head to his location.

"So...how do you two know each other?" the current man asks nonchalantly.

There is a brief pause. Frances' mind is reeling. Here they are, two perfectly consenting ADULTS, caught in flagrante (well almost) in a situation reminiscent of high school hijinks.

"We're just...friends." Daniel mumbles slightly disgruntled, avoiding the entire topic of extramarital affairs and explanations how it's often difficult to find places to be alone for a few short hours--which is all information Frances was close to embarrassingly blurting out.

Thankfully the man with dogs arrives, preventing anymore probing questions. The hound sniffs the cold air excitedly and of course finds no reason for alarm after a brief search of francesanddaniel's vehicle.

The couple is sent off mortified with a warning not to try this again and the officers go home laughing.

Let this be a lesson to you all!

*This public service announcement has been brought to you by frances, the letter D (for dogs), and readers like You.*

TMI Tuesday #214

1. Is there an entertaining story attached to (women) your first bra / (men) your first jockstrap?

I'm not sure I'd necessarily call it 'entertaining'.  I got it when I was about 12?  Back in my baseball playing days.  It's long gone...
 
2. Is there a story to (women) your first try at bralessness /(men) your first encounter with bralessness?

Lol.  Sure there is.  It was with Jane, when I was about 14.  One day, my hands got a little brave and first wandered under her shirt and around her bra...  And then the next time I saw her and tried that same trick again, the bra was mysteriously missing...  Hmm.
 
3. How about your first time going commando?

First time?  I have NO idea.  But the most recent time was...  Oh, maybe a week or two ago.  What can I say, laundry day sneaks up on me once in a while.  ;-)
 
4. Or your first discovery of lack-of-underpants in another?

It's a really boring answer...  But I can't particularly think of a time that I've been caught by surprise by such a situation.  Babe, what do you say we remedy that...?  ;-)
  
5. Any other good underwear-related tales to tell?

There's one here about switching to boxers.  :-)

Happy Tuesday, all.

xo
-d.

Audience Participation

We here at 29-Pearls just love us some audience participation. (WE, meaning francesanddaniel. AUDIENCE, meaning you wonderful folk that stop by now and again.) :-)
We love the excitement of it. The laughter. The the ability to give you control. (And who among us doesn't like to have control from time to time?) ;-)

Here is what we are proposing:

1. Send us an email at: francesanddaniel@gmail.com

2. Include in it a story, a description, a drawing, (be creative!) :-) of something you'd like to hear about/see 
    us do for you, our readers.

3. Sign your name (ie. alias) or give us some way to give you credit for it.

In return we'll will post your suggestion as well as a 1st runner up and honorable mention. (We're generous like the Miss America pagent--only sexier.) Later we will undertake said activity and blog about it with pictures.

Go wild! We want to be your playthings. Daniel and I are giving you free reign to treat us like your living Barbie and Ken dolls--only our parts are anatomically correct. :-)

The deadline for entires is: 11:59pm EST Dec. 31, 2009.

Please keep our safety in mind. We are less likely to pick something that could endanger our lives. However, the entry that just might get us arrested if caught is still an option. ;-)

Happy brainstorming!

A curious thing...

Our HNT got 69 hits on Thursday.  Which is maybe a little juvenile, but totally made me smile.  :-)

Thanks for stopping by!

-d.

HNT - "Rear Window"

Anonymity

Daniel and I have been talking about what we would do/how we would feel if someone we know found our blog and knew it was us. Obviously we've been a little less careful with our identities lately, but I'd like to think, unless you REALLY knew us, that you'd have a hard time picking us out on the street if we happened to walk by you coming out of Starbucks.

My feelings are mixed. I've told a couple close girlfriends about our little love record here. One of them, Ann, in hopes that she might read about herself and want to rekindle our past, but so far neither she or anyone else  has looked that I know of. Should one of these 'fun' friends find us, so be it! It might make for interesting conversation.

However, should our others find it...well, my new blogger/lawyer friend has recently warned us what effect that could have. Ugh! I would feel badly to have hurt the Man and the Mrs. further, but I can't feel ashamed for the love that Daniel and I share and the fun that we have found both sexually and through this blog.

Have any of you ever experienced an accidental meeting with an online 'friend?' Ever walked by someone and went "What the...? That looked like (fill in random sex blogger alias here)?" Ever clicked on someone's HNT and realized that you recognize that nose, that birth mark, THAT dimple? Did you tell the person?

It would be entirely awkward if a colleague or family member found us. Though, in some ways I think I'd laugh if that happened, because it says a lot about them if they are trolling the sex blog pages. More often than not I think if a random aquaintance found us they wouldn't mention it. Hell, I'm not sure if I would, were it me doing the recognizing. Though...it could be fun to realize a friend was just as kinky as I am...

TMI Tuesday #213 - Savage Edition

I rediscovered Dan Savage's YouTube channel and I thought I could finagle a video TMI out of it. Lets find out. Beware, he makes liberal us of the f-bomb.

1. What are your thoughts on Polyamorous Relationships?


Well...  They certainly seem to work for some people, but I don't think they would for me.  I mean, the past two years has certainly shown me that it's possible to love more than one person at a time, and even to carry on relationships with more than one person...  But to a point.  At least for me, I think it's only possible to commit so far to a relationship until it starts to take away from another.  And obviously I realize that ours is a different situation than a polyamorous relationship...  But I just don't have it in me.
 
2. What is on your list of relationship "deal breakers"?


There are deal breakers.  But they're not exactly the kinds of things that can be put into a list.  They're not like 'oh, you have red hair?  Sorry.  Deal breaker.'  They're more situation specific, like 'if this continues like this' type of things.  And we've seen a couple.  But we've gotten through them.
 
3. How long did it take you you to find the type "you are into" and/or accept it?


I don't know that I've ever exactly DENIED it.  But I don't know that I ever spent a huge amount of time identifying my patterns that way until fairly recently...  Possibly until I wrote this...?

4. What is your view on full disclosure about past relationships? (Lies of omission not lies of commission)


If anything, frances and I have definitely erred on the side of over-disclosing... It's just kinda how we started.  We were unflinchingly honest and told each other everything really early on.  And it's resulted in its share of bruised feelings here and there -- which has generally consisted of me taking something that happened 15 years ago personally, lol.  But I definitely prefer it to the alternative.  With the Mrs., there were things that she just didn't seem to want to know, and things that she was reluctant to talk about.  So, she ended up not knowing me as well as she could have.
 
5. Have you ever been in a situation where you were not comfortable complying with the adventurous request of a lover?


Nope.  Not yet.  And I'm finding that a hard situation to imagine actually...  I'm pretty much game.  :-)

-d.
 

Holiday Happiness - Are you my secret santa?

So the holidays are coming up...Thanksgiving, Christmas, Chanukkah...

I was looking at our extremerestraints.com wish list and thinking about how nice it would be to receive some fun new toys for our boudoir. Of course neither of our families and friends would buy us such shockingly fun items and it's always great to receive a little surprise. So...I was toying with the idea of some sort of online/blogger/secret santa give away. I'd love to bring some other sexy couple/person a little holiday joy and of course Daniel and I wouldn't mind having the favor returned. :-)

Do any of you readers have wish lists you'd like to share? Anyone interested in bringing someone else a little sexy holiday fun? Leave us a comment yay or nay and maybe we can get something started.

I'm a giver you know...

So go ahead, get a list ready and check it twice...cause Frances wants to do a little more than kiss Santa under the misseltoe this year. :-)

HNT - Mouthfuls...

Rise and Shine

We were exhausted. A long work week and a late rendezvous left us spent before we even started having any fun. Ok, that's a lie. We had SOME fun first...A moment earlier, Daniel had me on my back. He was kneeling above me and pumping his cock into me in the most deliciously languid and methodical way. It was almost metronomic.  His strong hands held my legs just behind the knees, upright and spread. My hands gently caressed my nipples. It was perfect. Loving. Sleepy. His orgasm uncharacteristically snuck up on him and soon he was pulling out to decorate my pussy with his warm come. I rubbed it lazily on my skin. He lay down on top of me, the come gluing us together for a brief moment.  Daniel wrapped his naked body around mine and we drifted off for short nap. (It must be love if when we get together, napping in each other's arms is just as important as fucking each other's brains out.)

Lately I'd been having some trouble sleeping. I dozed off for a bit, but awoke a short time later to find Daniel on his back snoring softly and my legs cold as the thin sheet had slipped off during my fitful sleep. I covered myself and tucked into my spot under his arm. I listened to him breathe--heavy, even. It was hypnotic. I was warm and safe and even David Letterman couldn't keep me fully awake. I relaxed happily, hoping to fall into a deep sleep like Daniel. Sleep was elusive and my clit was still tingly and begging to be touched. I tossed and turned. Coughed. Adjusted the blankets. Each action gently prodding him to join the land of the living. He showed no signs of stirring. I knew he was tired and had been feeling unwell. I felt bad for wanting him to be awake. For needing him to touch me. I smiled when I realized the perfect way to wake him...but would it work? He was sleeping SO soundly...

I gently lifted the sheet and slipped beneath while listening for changes in his breathing to indicate he was waking. None. He was in the perfect position for me to have my way with him--on his back, legs spread, cock on display. In the semi-darkness of my sheet cave I took his cock into my mouth and his balls in my hand. He didn't immediately respond. I sucked, cajoled, and coaxed his cock slowly to life. At first I didn't think he would wake at all. It was not til his cock was mostly hard that I noticed any reaction. He then let out this tell-tale "Mmmrph.." and his breathing switched rapidly from sound asleep to drowsily aroused.

Daniel barely moved. However, his moans we more forthcoming than when I give him head while awake. They were unrestrained--mindless murmurs in that dream state of partial sleep. It was not until I began to deep-throat him that he actually moved. His entire body twitched and his foggy sleepy voice grumbled: "Do that again." I happily complied and then focused my attention to the ridge under the head of his cock. I was wet and burning for his hand on me, but I knew he was enjoying this too much. I held out as long as I could. I tried to be selfless and forget my own needs to pleasure him. Sadly, it didn't last long. His hand was on the small of my back tracing lazy circles as I lay along side him with my face on his hip. His fingers soon felt my ass pressing against them, encouraging him to touch my sofest spots. I arched my back and scooted my ass closer to his hand. I spread my legs wantonly and he obliged, reaching through them to stroke my clit as I sucked on him. Thinking back on it, this seems like an awkward position, but at the time it served us both well. I felt like a bowling ball, perched on his hand, 2 fingers inside and the others stroking the soft surrounding skin of my shaved pussy.

I had a decision to make at this point. We could continue as we were for the time being, I could climb in his lap, or I could somehow encourage him to continue working my clit until I had that sweet release I was salivating after. I'm selfish. I chose the latter. (I promise to make it up to you the next time baby! I'll be in your lap then, no question about it.) ;-)

I turned my face up to him and flashed a bright smile. "Morning, baby." I purred as I crawled up his body to kiss him sweetly. Pulling away, I lay on my back beside him. My legs fell open and he needed no more invitation than that. His fingers found my clit and he roughly stroked my wet pussy. No preliminary gentleness was necessary. I was wet and ready for him. He dipped his fingers into me, my pussy making that soft sucking sound as he pulled out to spread more wetness on my clit. I moaned and begged him to kiss me. The tv was a small distraction I was fighting, but soon Daniel's lips found my neck and his soft stubble sent shivers down the left side of my body. I knew that THAT was the element that was going to make me come.

Sometimes I play this little game with myself. I could have easily TOLD Daniel to keep kissing my neck because that was going to put me over the edge, but what's the fun in that? The anticipation heightens the sensation and the not knowing when or IF I'll have it again is sometimes more arousing than the alternative. So I kept quiet, gently nuzzling his scruff in the hopes that he'd get the message, but teasing myself with the possibilty that he might not.

Even half asleep, Daniel is an expert when it comes to my needs. Soon he was kissing and nuzzling my neck in a delightfully frustrating way that heightened my arousal and made my nipples hard as rocks. I felt that climax burn around my clit and I started to come. My body went rigid and my legs clamped around his hand. He didn't stop. He's never satisfied. I had to practically beg him to remove his hand from between my legs. Not that I'm complaining... Just telling you like it is.

Although the rest of the night has some wierd emotional overtones, Daniel and I always find time to connect like this. It was only a few days ago, yet I'm needing it again and even more than before. I'm an addict. Daniel is my drug of choice.

TMI Tuesday #212

Today we are celebrating Between My Sheets Top 100 Sex Bloggers of 2009 by stealing some ideas from the top sex blooger, Coquitten 100th post. Yes, I am that desperately short on new material.

1. I lost my virginity at 18, in the back of a car, on prom night. Where and when did you lose yours?

I was 18 also, it was at my girlfriend at the time's house over Christmas break.  Making cookies.  ;-)  More on the subject here...


2. I think my ass is my best sexual feature. What is yours?

I didn't used to think I particularly had one, until frances started praising my cock up one side and down the other...  ;-)


3. A recurring theme in my fantasies is being slammed up against the wall. Do you have a recurring fantasy or a theme to your fantasies?

I don't know that I'd call them recurring themes exactly...  But I suppose frances and I have a bit of a list of things we're hoping to accomplish that factors pretty heavily into our fantasizing...  Which frances talks about a bit here.


4. I love watching guys masturbate. Do you enjoy watching others (a partner or a stranger) masturbate?

Don't know that I've ever watched a stranger...  Unless strippers count, and I don't really think they do.  Watching frances though?  God, yes.  She's still a little shy though.  ;-)


5. I hate when guys are quiet in bed. I like to hear you moaning as you cum. Do you like you partners quiet? Are you quiet?

I'm a lot more vocal than I used to be, actually.  The talking thing is something frances & I have explored WAY more than I ever did with the mrs...  And yes, I like a little feedback.  :-)

It's funny...  At least as moaning-type sounds go...  When we first got together, frances was a bit quieter than I was used to, and I was a good bit quieter than SHE was used to.  And over time, we've kinda met in the middle I think.  And that's where we like it...

6. I love playing with nipples. Do you having your nipples played with?

Mostly.  It can feel really delicious in a slightly torturous way...  But if I'm feeling a certain way, sometimes it just tickles. 

7. My ‘number’ is between 15 and 25. What is your 'number'?

Four.  Not that many, but I suppose it suits me fine...

Happy tuesday, all...
-d. 

Text Tuesday - Housework can be fun!

Daniel and I were daydreaming again about our life together. Toward the end of the conversation I inquired about what chores I might be responsible for. His response:

d 11/9/09 12:51 pm   Oh....sucking my cock, washing my undies, coming for me, letting me tie you up and ravish you...Ironing. :-)

I think I can handle that. I'll be the perfect little 50s housewife--apron, pearls, heels, and all. Ready and waiting for you to have your way with me.

Ice Cream and Orgasms Part Deux

*Please read Part I here. *

Without hestitation, Daniel withdrew his cock from the confines of his pants. Gingerly he scooped out his balls as well. I love this look, pants open, the juxtaposition of soft skin and rough denim. Though wary, I couldn't resist and I leaned over to taste him. His cock was firm and jumped at the feel of my mouth wrapping around it. His balls were soft and supple, filling my mouth as he exhaled deeply. I pulled back, taking him in, kissing his lips and using my hand to stroke him gently.

After returning from my orgasm high, I was acutely aware of the presence of the world just outside our car. The headlights we brighter, the patrons of the restaurant we had just left walked closer to the car. He could sense my unease and sought to exploit it. He loves to show off for me, to prove my worries unfounded. He is bold and mostly uncaring. For this, I love him. His fear that the world may 'catch' us never deters him from his own pleasure, from our mutual pleasure.  I envy him for this.

He takes his cock in his hand and with that wicked smile that I love, begins to stroke it in that familiar way I've come to recognize- the 'ring,' I call it. Thumb and forefinger wrapped around with moderate pressure, while the other fingers splay loosely, joining rarely. The strokes are long at first, but as he's pretty ready to go, they speed up quickly--comparitively speaking. His hand moves faster, becoming a blur, 'the ring' concentrating on the small area under his head and about 2 inches down his shaft. I peel my eyes from his cock to find him staring at me. Our eyes lock. His breathing is ragged. We both know he is close.

"Now baby?" My eyes inquire.

His baby blues do not respond, but his hand finds the back of my head and guides my mouth to his cock again. Soon he is shooting his come over my tongue and I am swallowing every drop. The night is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing--mine and his--as well as the sounds of the street and the world turning around us. We relax in each others arms, all too aware that we must soon separate and become two  people again--heading in opposite directions...

HNT - Couch snuggles

Just where we BOTH wanted to be on such a blustery day...

Happy HNT.  :-)

-d.

Toy-a-palooza Part III: Susan and Me

So, as I already mentioned, our friends at Adam & Eve were kind enough to send us a mystery toy, along with the cuffs, and Fluffy, and a couple other little items we haven't gotten around to telling you about yet.  And what they sent us...  was this:

And I'll admit, our first reaction was...  We laughed.  Waggled it around, chucked it back in the bag, and pretty much ignored it.  Wasn't sure exactly what I was gonna do with it.  I mean, I never exactly considered myself the fake-rubber-pussy type...

...But then I thought, what the hell.  Why not try it?  For science!  ;-)

So, one quiet afternoon when I had the place to myself, I pulled it out, along with a bit of our free porn, just to see what all the fuss was about.  Frances was at work, but kept me company while I provided her a little running commentary.

Like so many other things in our world, we decided it needed a name.  That made it somehow... less creepy or something.  Anyway, I dunno how, but we decided on 'Susan'.  'Susan' and I settled in for a little fun, and one thing immediately struck me...

     Wtf, love, the head of my cock's as big as this thing is...!  Lol.

 But I persevered and gave her a little lube, and sure enough, worked like a charm...

'So,' frances asked me, after Susan and I had enjoyed a little quality time, 'how was it?  Did you get off...?'

     I did!  I was just washing the lube off myself and about to tell you about it.  Lol.  I felt extremely silly using it, but it actually isn't too bad.  More lube helped a lot.  It's a bit sticky and slow with not enough.  It certainly feels nothing like the real thing, but it's quite snug and ribby and kinda nice.  It's kind of...  Snug like a condom is snug in a way, which I realize doesn't mean terribly much to you.  And it has kind of a tighter 'ring' where the opening is...  Which is nice, but not especially accurate.  Biggest thing is that it just plain doesn't feel like skin.  It's too sticky, too squishy soft.  It doesn't have that velvety suppleness of my love's perfect little nether spots.  :-D  Shrug.  *Blush*  Love me?

So, Susan and I haven't seen each other since.  But...  we had fun.  ;-)  And, just cause this is the kind of service we like to provide here at 29-pearls, you can even see me and my second-best girl Susan in action.  ;-)  Enjoy!

-d.

 

TMI Tuesday #211

1a. You just gave yourself a body-shaking orgasm. How long do you have to wait before you can give yourself another body-shaking orgasm?

Another BODY-SHAKING one?  Hard to say, but definitely by later the same day.  Another just plain good one?  Give me half an hour or so.  ;-)  The way it kinda works for me is, each consecutive one in a sitting tends to be a bit 'milder' and a bit harder to achieve.  The second one can still be pretty huge, but by the time (and if) we make it to three, I'm about spent...
 

1b. You just gave yourself a body-shaking orgasm. What is the longest you can wait until you absolutely have to do it again?

It varies, I suppose.  I suppose in the extreme, if frances and I aren't finding a lot of time to be together and our chat's tending not to be all that sexually charged -- as does happen from time to time, believe it or not, lol -- then I've easily gone a week or more.  But typically...  Well, right now I'm at like a day and a half.  ;-)
 
2a. If you are good in this life, what will you come back as in your next life ... if you come back as an animate being?

I think something that lives a long and contented life without much fear of being eaten.  Like a big turtle maybe.  :-)
 

2b. ..... if you come back as an inanimate being?

Nah... The animate ones have all the fun.

-d.

Ice Cream and Orgasms

Ok, so we didn't really SHARE the banana split. That was Daniel's. I much prefer something with chocolate and peanut butter. I believe mine was a shake consisting of those two things. We ate our respective ice cream, laughed, talked, smooched, cuddled, and made googly eyes at one another across the table. To the rest of the restaurant we were just another desperately in love married couple  out for an all too brief dessert date. Unfortunately we're married, but not to each other. And this date (like all of our dates) was too short, but that doesn't mean we didnt' find any fun. ;-)

Daniel paid the bill and we walked hand in hand to my car. Getting comfortable inside, he cupped my face in his hand and kissed me eagerly as I leaned into him. Turning my face from him he kissed the spot behind my ear that makes me melt.

"God, you smell so good."He said, sniffing me gently, his 5 o'clock shadow tickling my neck as he nibbled my ear lobe.
"Mmmm..." I exhaled, all coherent thoughts leaving my brian.

We made out fiercely. Wanting nothing more that to rip off our clothes and take each other in the dark parking lot of this dive restaurant. His hand slips into the top of my shirt. Just resting on the top of my chest. Teasing. Tempting. He dips his hand in as I pull away, scolding him that people could be watching. He doesn't care. He needs to touch me. I need him to touch me, despite my protests. He reaches into my bra, finding my nipple firm, not hard. He tweaks it roughly and as I arch my back his hand slides over my clothes down my tummy to rest between my legs.

"You're wet for me aren't you?" He asks as I blush and turn my face downward.
"I can tell you are. I need to touch you."  He breaths desperately as his hand takes a firmer grip on my pussy. I love when he holds me this way. The warm strength of his hand is intoxicating.

"No, no, no!" I exclaim trying to push his hand away.
"Yes, yes, yes." He insists calmly, his fingertips finding my mound through my pants and roughly using my pants and nether lips to rub circles on my clit.
"Yes, yes, yes...." I respond, relaxing into the seat.

Daniel opens my pants and slips his hand under my soft cotton boy shorts, already wet like he predicted. Soon I feel his finger tracing the outline of my wet pussy. His finger slips between my lips to graze my clit, yet he quickly withdraws his entire hand from my pants and with a wicked smile tastes my juice from his fingertips. I grumble deep in my throat as I devour his mouth, tongue darting between his lips to taste myself.

His hand has found it's way into my pants again and he is strumming that spot next to my clit that scratches the itch when I need to come. I am close, but I haven't yet given in. I haven't made the choice to succumb, to let him make me come.

"I can't!" I pant, feebly trying to break away. Even with the headlights blinding me from across the road, even with the people walking to their cars around us, I know I want to come for him. I need  to come for him. But will I let myself?

"Yes baby, you can. Just relax." He whispers, never pausing, never doubting. His fingers slip into me. He withdraws. He rubs. I pant. He moans. I decide.

"I'm coming!" I whisper almost breathless as the wave overtakes me. I shake in his hand. My pussy twitches and covers his hand with my wetness.

"Good girl." He says, licking his fingers, embracing me as a I recover.

With a wicked smile of my own I look up into his loving face, "What about you?" I query...

To be continued...