‘Are you sure?’ I asked.‘Yes, very.’ She replied assuredly. ‘I want to have sex with you while I’ve still got a hand and some leg left.’... reached into my bedside table and took out a condom. I slid it on a straddled Sophie’s shortened thighs. I used one hand to open her pussy and the other to guide my cock in. I could feel her warmness through the condom. I went gently not wanting to hurt her. When I was as far in as I could go I held it there. Sophie looked a little uncomfortable but gave me a. I could taste the tang of female on her lips. It caused my cock to twitch back to life, briefly but in vain. "I love you", she whispered to me. I don't know how he knew it was me after the confusion of so many lovers and experiences. But I took it as an instinctive knowledge."I love you too", I whispered back.After a while of listening to the rise and fall of the sounds of passion, we raised our adrenalin-exhausted bodies and fumbled our way to a wall, then navigated blindly. A hand intercepted. Sure I've seen the looks that pass between you and you kiss him hello and goodbye and that sort of thing but there seem precious few other demonstrations of affection."Annette was silent and looked down."Oh, oh," thought Eileen. "I've put my foot in it." She remained silent for a short while and then said softly, "Sorry if I said the wrong thing. I'll shut up again."Annette shook her head but did not look up.Eileen watched her for a few moments and then equally softly said, "On the other hand. I never thought you were ever going to do this to me. Do your Skinhead friends do this to their girlfriends?" she asked him. She was tired, angry and sad all at once."Well they do have BDSM sex from time to time," he said as he was being gentle while washing her breasts as they were quite red."You had me serve you all day as a harem slave. I had to feed you grapes and you had my body tattooed. My tummy says I am your property and you had my back tattooed with Nazi slogans," she splashed water.