It’s May thirteenth, and my husband is snuggling up to me. It’s so cute; he’s so loving, and yet, I’m here in bed thinking about Maddox and not Nate. I can’t stop myself; I reach down and touch myself, imagining it’s Maddox doing it. He’s never done it yet, but I’m thinking about letting him. I’ve had it on trustworthy testimony; he’s got a cock to die for. Phoebe swears it’s over eight inches long and almost two inches i...