Each morning began with a different “wake-up call”. One day it was a deep massage; another day they woke up to find two glove-covered fingers in their ass. Another day, they were woken by deep, loving kisses.
It was an oddly idyllic scene...Carlos was lying on his back with his head in Charles lap and Charles was lightly stroking Carlos’ face. They were talking about the sun, the sky, nothing in particular. Nearby, Tito and Mark were fucking on the lawn.