So, once in awhile, in the morning, I wake up as most guys do. Harder than Chinese Algebra.
So here I decide to try to start things, and its going good as far as I can tell, she's moaning her pleasures, writhing around, and losing articles of clothing and such. Then the cat makes her way in the room through the partially closed door. Smart ass cat! Got the door open even though it was all but latched.
So then I toss the cat out, and resume the play, and by this point, its about to get on with no strings attached. Then kiddo wakes up.
And thus is the story of my mornings when I try to get us going to our happy place.
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