And they were very much alive.
So alive, in fact, that they were "hugging". *ahem*
At this point the boys both came over to see what I was looking at and I had to keep Noah from grabbing the pair obviously in the throws of passion.
I also knew I needed to move them or they were going to get hit by a car which I thought might be a tad anti-climactic, if you know what I mean.
So, I used a stick to pick up the pair and the male seemed more than happy to grab on and take a little trip to a safer spot under a tall tree. But then, he proceeded to climb four feet up the trunk of the tree carrying his sweet little lady still attached and dangling precariously from beneath him.
Talk about going to great lengths for some hot mothy sex.
I, having no couth (or a sense of privacy) had to run upstairs to get my camera.
Oh, yes...yes I did.
I took this picture this morning at 7:45 am and guess who were still at it when I went downstairs just now at 10:45?
Talk about marathon sex.
And why do I suddenly feel the need for a cigarette?
