Morning Sex, the Whole Alphabet Version (or at least the A, J, & W)

It’s Sunday morning, after a Saturday afternoon and evening of debauchery and play and going-out-to-dinner-dressed-like-the-slut-I-am.  We’ve all three managed to sleep in past the bird screaming in its nest outside and the neighbor’s dog barking, but we aren’t going to sleep past Ad’s morning hard-on. I seldom do. I am…