And it was definitely 'our' bed, now; she may still have had her own room, where she kept her things and her clothes, but she hadn't slept there in months except when Charlie was over. We snuggled and kissed, and on the rare times we spoke it was nothing of import. But as I felt myself starting to rise again, there was one thing I still wanted to know.
"So tell me, baby..." I grinned. "Charlie said you had your head buried under your pillows, not wanting to hear, but we both know that was a lie. How many times did you make yourself cum last night, listening to us through the walls?"