We told her that we had practiced being alone on the island and found that that experience served us quite well. Marianne's time with Tom had been goo... for her. Their bond was strengthening. They were aiming for next summer but that timing was open to be sooner. Marianne told me of mother who, she said, had changed. The country club membership has been dropped and they are going to church again. Mom is talking to people and demonstrating that she cares about people, not their relative status.. I hope you will again many times in the future.”I smiled. “What’s your schedule for this week?”“Just teaching my class. There aren’t any after usual hours events to attend in this bit of the week that’s left We start meeting Pastor Joe next week.”“What about your weekend?”“It’s open except for Sunday morning.”“Fine. I will monopolize your entire weekend starting with dinner Friday night through Sunday night.”“Oh, whatever could we find to do in all that time.” Her voice had a lilting, teasing. It was pure love and kindness for a while, but the platonic nature of our caresses didn't last. I was amazed how easy it was to slide from simple caring love to eroticism. Our tongues were playing with each other, and her skin felt like fine, worn leather. Our flesh was pressing against each other, and our hands were very active in expressing our appreciation. I moaned at how much my body loved her body. A strong, bony hand replied by gripping my penis firmly. Eleora began to stroke me. I was. Michael says, ‘It won’t take long, I’m afraid. So enjoy.’ He plunges a cock that is near to bursting into a cunt that cannot wait to receive him. This no longer a carefully choreographed affair, as it might be between partners fully aware of each other’s needs. This is two people fucking heedlessly, both on their limits. Catherine is urging him on with scarcely decipherable obscenities, Michael is gasping, driving, racking up the force of each penetration, gathering speed. It can’t last and.