Bless you my child

Two people have said "bless you" today on the phone. It's been a very quiet day today with just the threesome in the morning but a smelly man codenamed Subway by Susan is on his way.

Greg and I are giving up a few class A drugs these days, which should work. He sent me an email today over Facebook saying if I ever wanted to break up with him, to just send him a message back - so I did - telling him to have more self-confidence! Dirty texts were sent to him earlier, nearly resulting in a traffic light related incident. Amusingly, he sent one saying he'd text later with all the things he wanted to do to me, but then accidentally sent a blank one. At least, I think it was accidental...

One of his best friends, Liam (whom he suggested I sleep with), came over my house with Greg the other day and we all shared a bed. Liam said he'd be comfier with an arm around him but when I obliged, Greg reached out, pinned my wrists together and turned me over. With a blank look he shook his head. Then he held my wrists like that until we fell asleep. I'd have liked us all to be snuggled up together though, even in a nonsexual way. The next day I sent Liam a text saying sorry but I thought I was in trouble, even though Greg reassured me he had only been stretching his arms out.

The smelly man approaches! Susan has assured me that after a session, he'll be sweating so much that the covers will need to go straight into the wash and we'll be able to smell it in our hair. After eating those bollocks this morning that reeked awfully (and having his hand smooshing my face right down there didn't help) can this job be done? This morning's man had us both pressed into his nipples, while we ate them very thoroughly as he muttered his dirty talk over our moaning. Boring...