Bab 397: I'm not trapped, I'm just non-moving

She leaned forward, forehead to the table, and made a sound she couldn't quite decide if was a groan or a very aggressive yawn.

It felt like a yawn, but it sounded more like a groan.

She.

Was tired.

The fact was, her lovely and exciting romps with her husbands, one after another, after another, after another...

Well, she certainly didn't regret them at all.

But they'd definitely left her sore and exhausted. She wasn't used to quite that much exercise to begin with, and considering how rough it got in the middle - not that she'd minded - she felt even more bruised and tired.

Still, her baby Snowball was insistent on getting attention from her.

And not just that. she needed to be prepared for whenever Caleb showed up intent on having his 'fun' with her. It was actually a relief he didn't want sex from her, given how exhausted and sexed-out she was today.

Of course, just because it wasn't sex didn't make it not work.