Reasonable Bounds
Chapter 18

Copyright© 2013 by Spacer X

Humor Sex Story: Chapter 18 - This story is similar to my other epic-length story Six Times a Day in that there is one main male character who gets involved with a number of women. It also has a similar over the top style. The main difference is that the primary character is happily married, and a father instead of a son.

Caution: This Humor Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Slavery   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Humor   Incest   Father   Daughter   DomSub   MaleDom   Spanking   Humiliation   Harem   Polygamy/Polyamory   White Couple   White Male   White Female   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Exhibitionism   Big Breasts  

After all that excitement, my penis and I felt done for the day. I wasn’t a teenager anymore, and even though I’m as much of an exercise-and-health fanatic as anyone else in the house (mostly because they drag me into it), my body was crying for mercy. Besides, my brain needed some time to adjust to this whole new state of affairs.

The women, on the other hand, seemed to have boundless energy.

As I headed back upstairs, I stopped at the door to the computer room and listened in on them briefly. It sounded like a mini-orgy was going on in there from the way they were ooohing and aaahing with ecstatic delight, although apparently all they were doing was ooohing and aaahing over the pictures and video.

As I dragged my tired ass upstairs to take a shower, I thought, For better or for worse, I seem to ‘have’ three women now. I’m going to have to be careful not to go too far with either of the Gruesome Twosome so they’ll still go out with boys their own ages and go on to have normal adult lives. But at least until they leave for college in the fall, they’ll be with me now, in some very important ways. Some very INTIMATE ways.

Hey, that’s an idea! I know what I’ll do. I just need to stick to these boundaries and make it clear that the only way they can have real sex is with boys their own age. They’re not going to hold out and remain virgins forever. When they realize that I’m serious, they’ll probably still play around with me for as long as the summer lasts, but then save the really serious stuff that I won’t allow for the boys they meet in college. As long as I don’t actually fuck them, once they’ve discovered the joy of sex with me, their desire to get fucked will grow so strong they’ll channel that energy on boyfriends.

That’s a win-win for everybody! Mindy will have her two sexy assistants to keep me constantly aroused, giving us incredible memories to keep us horny and fucking for years to come. And they’ll still be on a trajectory to eventually get married and settle down like they should. It’ll break my heart to see them eventually find lovers of their own and move away, but that’s all part of life. The young birds eventually grow up and leave the nest.

I sighed, as I shed my clothes and stepped into the shower. But on the bright side, between now and then, we can have a lot of fun. So much fun! And why not? If they’re so big on having sexy fun with me, and Mindy is too, why the hell not? My God, they’re both so hot and sexy! So, seriously, why the hell not?!

My arousal level began to rise as I mentally pictured their curvy bodies dressed in skimpy bikinis - or less. Now that I think about it, maybe I’m being too strict with my boundaries. I mean, what’s the difference between a footjob with a toe grip and a handjob? They’re basically the same, both in terms of how good they make me feel and how quickly they make me cum. I should just go ahead and allow handjobs too, for both of them, or they’re gonna be after me with their feet all the time, which would be just plain weird. And, for that matter, what’s a blowjob but just a more pleasurable handjob? That’s not like REAL sex.

I found myself imagining them taking off their bikinis and striking sexy poses for me. Damn! Blowjobs from teen sexpots like that? I’d have to be brain damaged to turn that down!

But then I remembered Michelle as a six-year-old, when I was driving her to kindergarten. I shook my head clear of such lewd thoughts. No, I have to be strong. If I don’t have backbone here, then nobody will. Shelle is my daughter! I know incest is big in porn and on the Internet, but this is real life!

I HAVE to put my foot down. I can’t take advantage of two mixed-up girls, and the fact that they’re super sexy is no excuse to lose my morals. Mindy certainly isn’t going to put her foot down for me, not with her strange new attitude. She’s the biggest cheerleader of the bunch! And unless I stick to those boundaries and give them an incentive to date boys their own age, they’re going to fixate on me more and more. They’re already dangerously fixated on me as it is, what with all that disturbing “sex toy” talk of theirs. I’m going to have to have a serious talk with them about that when I’m NOT getting blown by my wife and mere seconds away from cumming. Boy, what a mistake that was.

Still, it was so damn fun and arousing! How can I stop having fun with their incredible bodies now? I’m just getting started!

It was only after I got out of the shower and started to dry myself off with a towel that I realized something very important: Where is the tidal wave of guilt that should have washed over me by now? Where’s the tremendous fear that this would somehow lead to the breakup of my wonderful marriage?

I searched my feelings. There’s a twinge of both, yes, but just a twinge. I would feel worse except that I’ve made peace, with myself at least, that a certain amount of fooling around is okay as long as I keep my resolve on the hard-core stuff. In fact, not only is it okay, it’s damn awesome! I feel good! I feel liberated! I feel ... aroused!

Yeah, arousal is the dominant feeling. Even though my dick is completely flaccid, I’m still riding an erotic high. How could I not, when two of the most physically desirable girls imaginable are pretty much throwing themselves at me and declaring that their bodies were mine to command and play with as intimately and selfishly as I please? Shit.

Just thinking about it was almost enough to get my dick twitching and engorged again. Almost, but I was still too physically drained for the moment. But I knew I’d be riding that erotic high for a long, long time to come.

Was that the reason I didn’t feel guilt or fear? Were those feelings just temporarily masked because I was drunk with lust? Or would I still feel the same, even when I came down from this high?

I didn’t know, and that concerned me.

Knowing that I’d be no good for any real work for the rest of the day, I went back to the safety of my Horatio Hornblower book.

I was lying on my bed, dressed in just a robe and totally absorbed in my reading, when my wife wandered in a couple of hours later.

If I remained drunk on lust, she was positively stoned out of her mind on it. She still wore the same silly grin as she did before. She was still naked and shambled into the room on unsteady legs smelling of cum and sex, as if she’d just escaped from an orgy. As I watched her, I decided that explanation for her current state probably wasn’t far from the truth.

She staggered to our bed and fell back on it. “Phew! ... I’m soooo wiped out!”

I let her lie there for a minute or so, just admiring her body. No wonder Michelle is such a stone cold fox - she gets it all from her mother. They have the same long blonde hair, the same blue eyes, the same cute nose - everything is the same! It’s like Michelle didn’t get any genes from me at all. The major obvious difference is that Mindy’s skin doesn’t have a rich tan like her daughter’s. But I like the rosy, lightly tanned look too.

Now that I think about it, having sexual fun with Michelle is much like having my older self have fun with the teenaged Mindy I used to know! Whoa! No wonder I can’t resist.

Finally, Mindy asked me, “What’cha been doin’?”

“Just reading this old book.” I held it up. “Oh, and I took a shower. You?”

She sighed happily. “I thought you’d never ask. Boy, did my pussy get a workout. First, the girls and I watched the video footage I’d shot, and did we get worked up! I can’t wait to try the ‘Daddy Thigh Ride’ myself. A girl really needs the extra hands pushing her along though, or it won’t work. And we got some GREAT close-ups of my lips around the King. Boy, were those a hit! In any case, we all got so horny that we all ended up with our fingers in our pussies. Our little party ended with a bang, if you know what I mean.”

“I can imagine.”

“I’ll bet you can!” She chuckled as she lay there flopped out on the bed covers, obviously completely beat.

My arousal was already kicking into high gear. But it occurred to me that what she’d just told me wasn’t exactly normal. I asked, “So, you actually masturbated with them? Doesn’t that bother you?”

She said, “Hellooooo? Don’t you remember all the things we did in the backyard? Masturbating together is pretty small potatoes in comparison. We didn’t touch each other or anything.”

I didn’t know what to say to that.

She went on, “Satisfied that we’d made that room smell like a giant wet pussy, we went to the kitchen to get a snack. I ended up having a serious talk with the girls.”

“Oh? What about?” For some reason, my penis was starting to engorge.

“Just all these changes, you know. I wanted to make sure they were okay with everything. I checked to make sure they understood where you and I were coming from, and that they were respectful of your wishes and restrictions and so forth.”

That was a relief to hear that Mindy was giving them a reality check. “So how did that end up?”

She giggled. “Pretty much the same way as the picture viewing session: with a bang!” She giggled some more. “Somehow, we all got so excited that our fingers dropped to our pussies again and, well, you can guess the rest. Then I told them some stories about you and me when we were teenagers, that I’d never shared before because they were too sexual. I hope you don’t mind.”

I thought, So much for the reality check. But I was so aroused that I couldn’t help but grin. “Let me guess how that ended up.”

She wearily raised her hand up and shaped it into a gun, with her thumb sticking up and her index finger sticking out. Then she whispered “bang” as she pretended to fire it.

Then I asked, “What happened after that?”

“The girls wanted to take another look at our new blowjob pics, since one of the hot stories I told involved me blowing you in our old Dodge Dart. Remember that?” She giggled. “Anyway, that led to more cocksucking talk in general, with me giving them some practical tips on how to best slurp on the King. And boy! Did that get them excited! Wooo-eeee!”

I said with chagrin, “Let me guess how that ended up.”

She did the “bang” gesture again with her hand. But she fired her pretend gun several times this time.

I said, “So basically, you’ve been cumming and cumming and cumming some more, pretty much ever since you got home from work.”

“Correction: I’ve been cumming and cumming and cumming some more pretty much all fucking day! Remember how you woke up this morning, with me riding cowgirl? And then your damned sexy phone calls to me at work. I had to sneak off to the bathroom twice! ... Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick. I. AM. TIRED!”

I got a lot of satisfaction seeing my nude wife stretched out and obviously totally sexually satiated. “Why don’t you take a nap and then take a shower? Then we can have dinner.”

“You’re reading my mind. Except, can we eat out tonight, just you and me? The girls can fend for themselves for once.”

“Sure, but why?”

“Well, first of all, I wanna reconnect with you. Also, you’re gonna laugh, but basically I’m afraid to get near those two again right now. If I do, I know I’m going to get all sexually excited about one thing or another, and then I’m going to want to play with myself, or with you if you’re handy, and then my pussy’s gonna be hating life even more than before.”

I quipped, “Your pussy wouldn’t hate life so much if you didn’t keep a little alligator farm down there.”

She laughed, but then stopped abruptly before groaning, “Don’t joke. Even laughing hurts.”

“What about the girls? Where are they?”

“Oh, they’re dead to the world. Completely crashed out in each other’s arms. Can you just picture them... ?” She let her voice trail off suggestively, but with the reminder of sleeping she closed her own eyes.

“Naked, I presume?”

“Of course!” she mumbled happily. “I think you’ve seen the last of them wearing clothes around this house.” She sighed again, contentedly, as if this were the best possible news.

I was going to respond to that. She obviously couldn’t mean it, right? But I saw her head loll over and heard her breathing change. Just like that, my amazing wife had fallen asleep.

Not wanting to disturb her, I went back to reading my book. With Horatio Hornblower, I felt safe. There was enough exciting naval adventure to keep my mind occupied ... most of the time, at least.

About an hour later, I wanted to take a break. I was honestly kind of reluctant to leave the room, for fear that something insanely arousing would get started. My mind and body still needed to chill out. So instead I gave Cindy a call. I figured she’d probably be home from work by now, and I wanted to talk to her about Ruby calling me “Daddy.”

After a little friendly small talk, I got to the point. “The reason I’m calling has to do with ... well, this is kind of awkward...”

Cindy said, “Does this have to do with her calling you ‘Daddy?’ And you giving her the okay to keep doing that?”

I was surprised, and relieved, not to have to figure out how to bring that up. “YES! How did you know that?!”

“Because she came home about fifteen minutes ago, right around when I did. She’s literally been flying through the house! Flying! I don’t think her feet have touched the ground yet! She practically hugged and kissed me to death as she told me all about it. It’s ‘Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!’ Daddy this, Daddy that!” She chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her happier!”

I asked hesitantly, “So ... you don’t mind? That’s why I’m calling, to belatedly get your permission. It just kind of happened...”

“Mind? Are you kidding me?! Good on you! It’s about damn time! She’s been wanting this for YEARS! You just made her whole year. Her whole decade!”

I spoke carefully, “That’s great to hear. But ... I worry about stepping on your toes. After all, she’s YOUR daughter. I don’t want you to feel like we’re stealing her away from you. I feel bad about how she spends so much time here.”

Cindy said, “We are going to have a big talk about this one of these days. But just to clear the air and get some things straight, because I’m not upset at all.”

“You’re not?”

“No! I don’t see it as you and Mindy taking her away from me. It’s like she has three parents instead of just one. You’re a GREAT influence on her, especially since she really needs a father figure in her life. In short, I fully approve of this ‘Daddy’ business. It’s a little weird that she calls you ‘Daddy’ instead of ‘Dad, ‘ but whatever. As long as you’re okay with it, so am I.”

“That’s great to hear,” I said. I was very pleased. But at the same time, I felt guilty. Cindy thought I was a “great influence” on her, when I’d started fondling and kissing her, and I was planning on allowing much more “unfatherly” intimacy. There was no way I could tell Cindy about that, nor could I go back on the seemingly unstoppable “sex train” racing down the tracks. I told myself that, all the sexual fun aside, I would try my hardest to be the best possible father figure for Ruby that I could be.

Cindy cut the phone call short, saying that Ruby was calling for her. She ended the call by telling me, “Dan, whatever you did to her today, keep doing it! She thinks you walk on water. If you’ll willing to take more of a fatherly role with her, you have my full approval!”

That left me chagrined and even more guilty. After I put the phone down, I thought, “Whatever you did to her today, keep doing it.” How ironic. If only you knew the truth! I feel like a cad. How much of her joy is over the “Daddy” thing and how much is about the kissing and touching? But it’s what she wants. It’s what I want. It’s what Min wants. Dammit, I can’t stop now! It’s like some kind of sexual beast has been unleashed in me. I’m soaring on a tidal wave of lust. I have to see where this all goes!

I tried to get back to my book, but it was tough. I was wired, like I’d taken uppers. I was brimming with confidence and sexual desire like never before in my entire life! I would think about Michelle or Ruby giving me a handjob, or blowjob, or titfuck, and I would have to stifle the urge to jump up and down and run around the room. It was just a matter of time before all of those things happened, just as soon as I deemed the time was right. There was definitely no going back at this point.

But still, ordinary life had to go on. Another hour later, Mindy and I were on our way to dinner at a restaurant. I was feeling fairly calm, although there was a certain excitement bubbling inside me that wasn’t going away. We were making small talk while I drove our minivan, when Mindy said, “By the way, I spoke to Nicky on the phone a little while ago.”

“Oh? I’m sorry I missed that. Why didn’t you come and get me?”

“You were busy reading, and I thought you didn’t need to be disturbed with more turmoil.”

“Turmoil?” I asked. “Talking to Nicky is always one of the highlights of my week. Why should there be any turmoil? Especially now that she’s finishing her first year at Berkeley with honors. And things with her boyfriend Steve are going so great. Wait, don’t tell me something bad happened? Did she fail one of her finals?!”

Mindy chuckled. “Don’t worry; of course not. Everything’s fine with her. She had a final today, and she aced it. She’s only got one more to go, tomorrow morning, and she’s not worried about it. I’m talking about you. You haven’t really spoken to her at length since things have gotten rather sexually wild around here. What are you going to tell her about that?”

That startled and disturbed me. “Well, nothing, of course. I’m mean, I hate lying, but how can we tell her the truth about what’s been happening with Michelle and Ruby? She’s so pure and innocent. She’d never forgive us!”

Mindy sighed. “It’s a problem. That’s a big reason I decided not to disturb you with the call. What if she asked a probing question and you seized up? I don’t think you’ve thought things through.”

“I definitely have not. I’m two steps behind. I’m still trying to handle the fact that what’s happening is what’s really happening. I have no idea what I’ll say to Nicky!”

Mindy pointed out, “And yet we’ll have to come up with something, since she’s going to spend nearly the entire summer here. Tomorrow is her last final exam, as you know, and after that, nothing’s keeping her from coming home. I’ve encouraged her to stay up there as long as she wants, and since we’ve told her she’s going to have to get a job when she comes home, she’s not exactly in a hurry to leave. But still, we can only stall for so long.”

I felt a gaping pit opening in my stomach. “Shit! I’m fucked!”

“Not necessarily. Remember that she’s going to be working quite a lot in whatever job she gets. So that’ll give you plenty of fun time with the Gruesome Twosome.”

I sighed again. “I suppose. Actually, maybe this is a good thing. Lately, things have gotten so crazy so fast. With Nicky here, we’d be forced to slow down and have a lot of ‘normal time.’ I need that to keep writing productively. But what if she catches us? That would be an epic disaster!”

Min pointed out, “Then you’ll just have to make sure you’re not caught. What if you have a spot for playing around outside of the house? Like, say, the McGrath house? Our house is the ‘cool place to be’ it seems, since Ruby practically lives here, but there’s no reason why you can’t have fun with the girls over at Ruby’s place.”

“There’s the fact that Cindy lives there too,” I pointed out.

“True, but she has to work a lot as well. Between Nicky’s working hours and Cindy’s, you’ll have a chance to play around every single day. You’ll just have to be careful.”

I sighed. “I suppose so. It’s just that the thought of Nicky finding out distresses me so much. That would totally break her heart. It would be like her finding out we’re secret Satan worshippers who sacrifice animals in strange rituals.”

Mindy joked, “You mean we’re not? When I told you tonight that I was so hungry I could eat a horse, I thought it was understood you were to buy a horse so we could sacrifice it to Beelzebub, Lord of Darkness, in our dungeon at midnight tonight. You know, like we always do.”

I joked back, “Sorry, Safeway is all out of fresh whole horse.”

The conversation turned to other things, but this talk about Nicky left me unsettled. Mindy seemed to think that Nicky coming home wouldn’t be a problem, but I saw it as a big problem, and one with no good solution. Although Nicky wasn’t planning on coming home immediately after her finals finished tomorrow, she was coming home soon, and we had to have a plan to deal with that.

Soon, we found ourselves at a local restaurant called Mama Mia’s. It was a kind of generic Denny’s-type place, except that it had more of a “mom and pop” ownership feel, and a slight emphasis on Italian food. When we left, the girls were still sleeping, crashed out on the floor where they’d collapsed. Mindy had left them a note on what to cook and where to find it.

I was mindful about where to sit, because I figured Mindy and I were going to discuss some very personal, sexual matters. I picked a booth that had complete privacy. It was the most remote booth I could find in the whole restaurant, in a smallish room near the back meant to be used only for the overflow at peak times. It was separated from the rest of the restaurant by an open doorway, and from where we sat we couldn’t see through it, so it was like the whole restaurant had been shrunk down to just this small room for us.

Unfortunately, we’d come at a peak time, and on a busy night (Thursday), so a couple of the other tables in the back room were occupied. It was kind of strange for me to look around and see everyone fully dressed, even my wife and myself, considering that I’d seen so much nudity at home earlier in the day.

Perhaps because Mindy has to look classy every day at work, she likes to look classy when we go out too. In fact, she often even outdoes her usual work outfits, even if we’re just going to an ordinary restaurant like Mama Mia’s. Naturally, I had to follow suit, so I was wearing a blazer, dress shirt, and slacks (but no tie - I hate ties).

After we’d ordered our drinks, Mindy asked me, “So now that I’ve got you free from the clutches of the Gruesome Twosome, how are you holding up? Are you as floored as I am?”

“More. And I think I’m even more endlessly horny than you are too. Those two are like...”

She finished my thought for me: “Statuesque and stunning Daddy-loving nymphomaniacs?”

I looked around nervously. “Well, yeah, but even though we’ve got this private table, can we avoid using the D-word?”

“Oh. Right.” She giggled like a schoolgirl to cover her embarrassment before admitting, “This is all so new to me.”

“Me too. I’m still having a hard time adjusting. I can’t get over the fact that you’re really okay with this. Loving it, even.”

She beamed with happiness. “I am! There’s something about seeing you with another woman that turns me on like you wouldn’t believe! Heck, even I’m having a hard time believing it. It’s like I’m actually the one making love to you, except I don’t have to do all the work to keep up with you.”

I laughed at that. “We need to get you a remote controller then. Perhaps a PlayStation controller with the shaker feedback so you can really get the feel of being in on the action.”

She mock-swatted at me with one hand, laughing along with me. But then she said, “No, seriously. It really feels as good watching as if I’m there taking part. Better, even. When it’s just us, I know what I’m going to do to you next, but when you’ve got your hands full with another woman I don’t know what she’s going to do, whoever she may be. So I’m constantly surprised and delighted.”

She continued, “Like today when Ruby did that thing with her toes, trapping you with them and giving it to you good. All I could think was, ‘You go, girl!’ I actually wanted to shake my fist in the air and cheer ‘You go, girl!’ out loud. I mean, yell-it-to-the-whole-neighborhood loud. She was getting you so excited! I could see the look of intense concentration and pleasure on your face. Her triumph was my triumph was your triumph! We were all having a great time ... together! Do you know what I mean?”

“Well, yeah, I can kind of see that, I suppose. But I sure don’t feel that way with you and other men. If I saw you giving a footjob to another guy, I wouldn’t be thinking, ‘You go, girl!’ I’d be thinking, ‘I wonder how many years I’ll be spending in prison after I kill this guy.’”

My wife smirked knowingly. “That’s because men are possessive. They want to make conquests and be controlling. It’s a primal thing, a caveman kind of thing. I love you for the fact that you’re possessive and that you don’t want to share me. But women aren’t like that. Or at least, a lot of us aren’t, and we’re not like that in the same way. There may be some sluts and cheaters out there, but we don’t have this great biological imperative to spread our seed like you do.”

“Oh great. So now I’m just a jerk who only lives to spread my seed?”

“Pretty much,” she said with a serious expression. But then after a few heartbeats, she broke into a smile. “Kidding! You’re not THAT much of a jerk, for a guy. If you were, you wouldn’t have all these high school sexpots glomming onto you every time I leave your bed, dragging you back into it. And, you’ve generally kept your seed-spreading urges in check, except for all those times you stood on the highway overpass near our house and hosed down the passing traffic underneath. That was kind of embarrassing.”

I guffawed at that. That was just her slightly twisted sense of humor coming through.

I said, “Sweetheart, that may be true, but you’re playing a really dangerous game here. When you introduce other people into our sex life, things could get very volatile. Let’s take Ruby for example. Imagine that something intimately sexual - er, even more intimately sexual - happens between me and her.”

“Okay!” she said far too easily.

I went on, “We know her as well as we know our own daughters, so we at least know she’s not going to get all psycho on us. But what if, say, her father finds out and HE gets all psycho? Then everything we’ve built together, our whole lives, it all could come crumbling apart. And for what? Just a little sexual satisfaction. I’m telling you, it’s not worth it. Not for something so fleeting.”

There was an excited fire in Mindy’s eyes. “But don’t you see? That’s the thing! The daring! I crave sexual excitement, but I would never cheat on you. Never! It doesn’t even fall into the allowable mental fantasy category because I know the very idea bothers you so much, after what happened to your parents. So maybe I can get my excitement from watching you play around. I know that sounds strange, but that’s how I feel.”

She added, “And besides, Ruby’s father is long gone from the picture, and he was a wimpy spoiled brat, in any case. Did you know he didn’t even bother to send Ruby a Christmas card last year? It’s so sad, actually. The day he goes psycho over you is the day I sprout wings. That’s what’s so great about all of this. We can have our excitement without any real danger. By keeping it close. Keeping it in the family.”

I looked around uncomfortably. Then I said, “Speaking of which, I talked to Cindy on the phone about an hour ago.”

“Oh?” Mindy was very intrigued.

“I just wanted to clue her in about Ruby calling me ‘Daddy’ and me giving her okay to do so. That’s ALL we talked about. I wasn’t about to even give a hint of the other stuff. And I feel kind of bad, because Cindy was totally fine with it.”

“Bad?! Why? That’s great news!”

I winced. “Because we’re being dishonest with her. She actually told me, ‘whatever you did to her today, keep doing it!’”

Mindy clapped her hands once and smiled from ear to ear. “Oh my goodness! That’s so precious! I love it! There you go, Hon. You NEED to keep playing with Ruby’s naked body and let her play with the King in return. Even Cindy says so!”

I just rolled my eyes. “I’m not amused. I worry about her. What if she finds out the full truth?!”

Min waved a hand dismissively. “Cindy’s a pussy cat. She’s not going to go psycho.”

I thought about that phone call with Cindy that Mindy shared with me. Whenever that came to mind, I’d get aroused. “Forget the going psycho. I’m just using that as an example of something that could go wrong. My point is, what are the bigger implications? If Ruby and I were to become intimately involved, how would that affect Ruby’s relationship with her mother?”

Mindy arched a suggestively disbelieving eyebrow. “If?”

“Okay, granted, it’s more a question of ‘by how much.’ But the point still remains. We’re still so caught up in the moment here, in giving in to our lusts. Are you sure we’re not making the greatest mistake of our lives? I mean, sure, we’re having a blast in the short term, but what about the long-term consequences?”

 
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