Miss: You're not as far around back as you thought

Waiting tables has given you a good grounding in presence of mind and juggling more than one thing to keep in mind. But with you and your honeybear being eager and bashful at each other in turn, it's not until Brian is kissing up on your back hole, giving your little star the love he always wanted to but you never let him, it's not until then that you see that there's a new-built house up the ridge line, not very far up, in fact, with a back deck and a couple of college team banners flapping from the corners.

And a couple fellows in sunglasses, looking down at you from not very far away, figuring you're up to some hanky panky at an unusual daylight hour. One of the fellows turns his head to the other, says something, and then points at you, nodding.

Your face blooms with heat, knowing they're watching you as Brian licks your back hole. Your love bean swells and twitches. But you can't really say that you were planning to do some witnessing to strangers today. If they just stand and watch, just watch, it'll be all right. You don't mind being witnessed on your joy, in showing the look of how Heaven's touch feels. Everything's pulsing around your lady-lips and your love gate, your hips are wanting to rock, and that wonderful tickle round your back hole is gonna bring Heaven's touch down on you if you can stay this way a little longer.

But the younger fellow, he ups and gets out his phone like he's gonna take a picture, and that tears it.

"Honeybear, stop!" you call out. Brian pulls back, you sit down on the seat on your bare buns slick with Brian's spit, and you high-tail it out of there, spitting gravel from behind your wheels.

County fire marshal must have been paid off, letting folks build higher up the slope than the tank. Fire can be hell, up here in the hills.

Brian finally gets what he wants, sitting in the plastic shower chair you got at the convalescent store, while you lean against the wall, letting your honeybear lick your hiney hole and touch up on your pearl until your hips start quaking, and that sets him off, moaning as Heaven's joy touches him.

You never quite get your touch of Heaven.

"Was it what you dreamed of, hon?" you ask him as you're lying in bed that night.

"Everything and more, Mary," he says. "Everything and more."

"Then welcome home, honeybear, welcome home," you say. It's not the homecoming you expected, but you're happy he's home for a while.

The next day, you find out that it will indeed be Adam Freeman and his college boy son Seth delivering the replacement couch.

You'll miss the old one, with all the memories, including you and Brian taking your joys together more often once Shasta and Sarah moved away to college. But the poor old thing only had so many fucks to give, and you took its last one on the morning after your happy revelation, when Colleen was hammering you from behind with her strap-on plastic wiener.

But the new couch will be comfy like the one Mandy has, and better put together, and a pretty raspberry plush.

"Will you ask Mr. Freeman?" Brian says.

"Yes, hon, I surely will, Lord willing and the road doesn't wash out."

"Oh, sweetheart, thank you," he says.

"I love that you asked me, and I love that you want to see me witnessing to Heaven's joys. That touch of Heaven is the Amen to a prayer."

You have Hard 0, Hot +3, Cool 0, Control -1. 1 XP.

Character Moves: Mind Control, Mistress, L7, Ass-Licking, plus Naughty Bitch (figured into stats)

Brian has begged you to GET FUCKED by Adam Freeman and his college-age son Seth, when they come to your house to deliver your new couch.

Roll +Hard(0) GET FUCKED by Adam Freeman, and if appropriate, roll +Hard(0) to GET FUCKED by Seth Freeman (using MAKE HIM BEG from Brian).