Saturday Morning The chirping of birds woke us to a beautiful sunrise. The light increased slowly and easily at first, then with crashing suddenness. The bright light burst in upon our tangled bodies in a frenzy of delight, then diminished into the steadily increasing glow of morning. Gods, Diana was so soft, but with the good bits firm and rounded in her fleshy curves and hollows. Her mouth was a hot, wet thing that igni...