“We never were, not really.”“The reason is over there,” Imelda pointed out Helena who was swimming in our pool.“Yes, she’s my daughter. Bu..., the ... genetics side of things was handled by Morgana,” I stated.“Which means she has no good memories of your ... coupling, just a daughter. And she wants those memories desperately, John,” Imelda answered.“Ahhh...”“John, part of your charm is that you don’t really get women. Which makes you a lovely tease, but occasionally makes it very frustrating for. ”“Well, I’m using the one in the hallway, u just use the one in my parents bedroom, sound good?”“Sure, but first you have to go downstairs and make the Jello-shots.”“Yes, Mother.” Will replied in a snobbish voice.As the warm water washed over Will’s face he couldn’t help but think of Claire. What would you do…? I know what I would do. I would kiss you then slowly make my way down your neck, then I would continue to move lower and --NO, she your just your friend. She doesn’t like me in that way.. I tossed her into bed, flipped away her shoes, got out of my boots and britches as she peeled off her stockings, and then was on her, oak hard and stallion ready."Please," she said up at me as my hard-headed prod battered at her narrow portal and my fists pressed down beside her ears. "I really am a virgin, so..." Her eyes widened and she squealed and then shrieked as a hand's length of hard gristle penetrated her rosy precincts. I covered her mouth with mine as I sought her maidenhead, pushing. She looked the part of an efficient office assistant. Hair drawn back, not a pony tail exactly, but gathered behind her head by her neck. Her plain white blouse was buttoned up to her neck and her glasses were the wire rimmed kind that made her look like a teacher or librarian. What make-up she wore was subdued, maybe non-existent!"May I help you?" She asked sweetly, a little too sweetly, almost syrupy."I have a nine o'clock appointment." I informed her."With Phil?" She smiled, looking directly.