Uplifted

You stretched out in your small bed in the guest bedroom, with pink sheets and a pink comforter with a comfy throw on top as well. It was overly effeminate, in your opinion, but Amanda told you that was sort of the point.

You hadn't slept well -- Amanda and Gus had been going at it all night. The man had more stamina at 57 than you had at 18.

You peeked into their room, and it smelled like pussy and dick and sex. Gus slept nude, and his hairy, burly frame was wrapped around your ex-girlfriend, and his large cock still hung halfway down his thigh, even flaccid. You bent over, gingerly sniffing it. It reeked of pussy.

You went into the kitchen, making four omelettes. Half an hour later, summoned by the smell of omelettes and bacon, both Gus and Amanda sleepily made their way to the kitchen, still undressed. Gus ate two omelettes, finishing off an entire carafe of orange juice, before he and Amanda went back to bed and the fuck symphony resumed. The doorbell rang, and you looked outside. It appeared Amanda had been ordering more clothes and accessories for Gus. The man was being uplifted by the model girlfriend.