<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f1f2/r6w4mnzyotqfgwk6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda … stifles a yawn . . . offering “you’re the best!” as she snuggles in a little bit more.  We both relax, bit by bit. <br/><br/>We’re assigned the same goal as before.  And it added to our enthusiasm as we wrestled in bed.  <br/><br/>I may be the best, but I cannot bite with the passion Amanda does!<br/><br/>As I drift off, I rub my bitten shoulder.  Tomorrow Vajayjay—a new day.  <br/></span>