Colt: But our cocks belong to Julianna now.
Ethan: And we wouldn't have it any other way.
Patsy (smiling to Julianna): Seems like you have a life that only the ladies of America could dream of.
Julianna (smiling): I'm lucky. I have two men that I love. And they love me. Every day is a new day to me.
Patsy: Seems like you three will be very happy together.
Colt: Four, right?
Patsy(confused): I don't understand.
Ethan: Jesus Christ, can't you keep your mouth shut, Colt, for one thing? One secret?
Julianna (laughing): It's okay. Really. Well, Patsy, I guess you heard it here. The three of us are very happy together, but we're soon to be expecting a fourth. A little guy or girl for us to take care of.
Patsy: Oh my God! Congratulations!
Julianna: Thank you!
Ethan: Thank you!
Patsy: Who's the father?
Julianna: We decided we didn't want to know. We're going to love him or her just as much.
Colt: But we know it's really probably me. I mean, I'm a potent force in the reproductive field. My little guys destroy Ethan's any day of the week....
Ethan (laughing: As Julianna was saying, we decided we don't want to know. We don't think it's important.
Colt: Because in the end, we love each other.
The three hold hands and smile in genuine affection to each other, their gazes lingering on Julianna.
Patsy: Well, I wish you all the best and congratulations once again. Thank you for being on and we'll see you next season.
Coming up, stay tuned for our highlights of this season as well as our predictions on the New York Nailers new passing game. Also, we discuss draft picks. Who will the Toronto Trannies pick as their first round choice? Stay tuned.
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Second Epilogue - We’re Not Done Yet ;)
After a long day of moving, the boxes have finally arrived and been assigned to their proper rooms. I spend some time fixing up the master bedroom where we’re all going to sleep. I have my favorite pillow in the middle. I can’t wait to be sandwiched in between Ethan and Colt on a daily basis. Just the thought gets me wet.
I reach down to touch my pussy over the fabric of my yoga pants. I shudder as my finger brushes against my folds. God, I need them. Now.
Don’t get me wrong. We had sex in the morning. But they’re like a drug. I need it more and more.
I hear voices coming from the den. Colt and Ethan have literally spent the whole day unpacking and arranging the den with leather couches, a dart board, bar, pool table, bookshelves, a globe, sofa, and desks. Figures. While I did the bathroom and bedroom for all of us, my boys did their playroom.
Still, I smile as I walk towards the den and hear Colt. “No fucking way, Ethan, there is no way we’re going to watch CSI in here. Not on my watch.”
“What possible grudge could you have against one of the most popular shows in America?” Ethan asks, exasperated.
“We just need to get this interview with Alexis Angel sorted out tonight if since she’s releasing her book about us,” Colt says.
I admit, I’m a bit surprised by Colt’s words as I walk into the den. Is Colt being responsible? He’s changed a whole lot, but can it be this drastic?