What do parents do after hours? Well, it's certainly not the dishes! Not in this house, not when the lights go off.

Compelled to watch each other in stolen glances across the room all day, living at opposite ends of the house as we wait for the clock to strike bedtime. The second that chime tolls, we pounce. Clothes can't, won't, be kept on as we allow our passions to take over. There's no one to interrupt or tell us no, so I give unselfish titillation with joy, knowing it will be returned tenfold when the time comes.

We giggle and banter as I coat my hands and lips in oil... Show more