Pillow talk
Last night, Erin and I turned off our devices around 10:30, and did some foreplay. She was in the mood for more but I was not (as usual). I made an excuse that Izzy was still up in her room and would be able to hear us if we went ahead with it. Erin knows she can’t keep her moans down so we just ended up talking.
It was mostly her talking, to be honest, and I was just interjecting with “yeah”, “uh huh”, etc. She was bemoaning the fact that we had so few friends. She then rambled on - mostly about the meaninglessness of life. She also recounted how she had to let someone go at work and she was not feeling good about it. Not the kind of pillow talk you were probably expecting, but yeah.
Then we decided to sleep. She turned the other way, and I ended up spooning her from behind while cupping her breasts and running my fingers over her armpits. That’s the last thing I remember from the night.