“Gosh, I know, good thing I’m a fucking babe.”
“So true. Maybe you can show me how you put that dress on so snug around this body?” I push us back into the dressing room.
“Enzo, your mother is down the hallway. Twenty wedding guests are passing by every minute.” I cover her mouth as she tries to make excuses as to why I shouldn’t be inside her right now.
“Hasn’t anyone told you it isn’t nice to talk with your mouth full?” My hand goes between us, and I lift up her dress, and it tears.
“Enzo!” She screeches against my hand.
“Well, the damage is already done, might as well take advantage of it.” I undo my ties on the rope belt, and I don’t have to search for long to find home. “I thought you wanted to create a few little travelers. Don’t you think we should be practicing every day to make sure we are doing it right?”
Phoebe bites my hand with a grin and then kisses it.
“Honey, if you haven’t figured out how to do it right by now, I don’t think there is any hope for you.” But I thrust into her to make her shush.
We aren’t much on goodbyes or conclusions. We are big on commencements and launches. Like right now, I am about to launch the next generation into this tight pussy.
“Enzo!” Phoebe giggles.
“Oh, shit, I said that out loud!” I am pretty sure my mama heard that one.
We will see you out in the world. Don’t be afraid; embrace instead. Always remember the good echoes.