“See, Emily. She does know me,” I said, chuckling.
“Well, you’re both still perverts,” she finally giggled.
“Do you still love us?” Chrissie asked, uncertain if we really had pushed Emily’s sensibilities too far.
“I guess,” she faux pouted, kissed us goodnight, and turned over, her butt against Chrissie.
Chrissie and I chuckled quietly, kissed and said goodnight. The silence was broken five minutes later when Emily asked, “Does it REALLY feel good?” and we all laughed.
“God, Em! It’s fucking glorious!” Chrissie laughed, and we all drifted off to sleep.