I fell asleep, on her final tit, the grey covering me, staying inside me. XXX I cleaned my teeth and even had a shower, and the puppy slept on, until I lay down beside him again, and he stirred and looked at me: I saw Love there, perhaps my imagination, but I wanted to believe it, and I hugged him. The grey was sitting beside me, somehow having slid out without me even waking; he made no move to stand, just looking at me. It was dawn when we all woke, me to bumble my way to the toilet and ejaculate litres of unabsorbed milk, and then to wash my genitals and bottom, and clean my teeth, wash my face, brush my hair. He did the rest: efficiently, perhaps brutally, but I felt it was just a different form of Love as his prick began jabbing until he found the mark, and I lurched at the
