Good Night

I'm sitting here in my big, comfortable, manly, black leather poppa chair in my living room with a grand canyon size smile on my face, because it has been an evening of wildly erotic interdigitating with my Lady Wonder Wench. The Politically Correct Forces For Good in the community were sometimes outraged when we interdigitated before we got married. But we didn't care. We interdigitated at every opportunity. And even after all this time, we interdigitate... two or three times a day...and night. Like tonight. We sometimes take the time to initerdigitate while waiting for a long stop light. We interdigitated right out in public tonight. We do that frequently. During a recent session of especially erotic interdigitating, I tried to explain to My Lady that we really should jump into a shower together so we won't catch fire. She wasn't buying it. Interdigitating can be dangerous, but we feel that it feels so good that it's worth the risk. Interdigitation is my hand picked word for holding hands. I love to inter