”“So no thoughts of sex at all?”“None. Well, Joyce and I have always bantered about it and she’s implied that in the future it would happen,...but I have the feeling it’s a long way in the future. It kind of reminds me of Becky and how scared she was the first couple of times she tried to make love with me.”“If I understand the story, you turned Becky down at least twice.”“Three times, actually. But I didn’t realize the first one was an attempt to have sex with me until much later when she. Fuck her pussy, I thought. Fuck her pussy hard, see how much she can take. I rubbed harder, faster, my labia starting to water as I moaned. And then tie her up, I imagined. Make her get down between my knees and just serve me there forever, with her mouth, her fingers, everything. To my own surprise, the thought made me cum, hard and ...loud, and I froze for a moment, listening intently if anyone was around who might have heard me. Finally, I put down my legs and straightened my clothes again,. "Oh, fuck!" She tried to shake the mud from her shirt, and succeeded only in showing how mobile her breasts were. Giving up on that, she hoisted her shorts back up, at the back, over her ample buttocks first, and then at the front, covering her panties properly. "God, what a mess." Oh, it's not so bad," I told her, trying my best to look sympathetic. "Look, come and sit on my porch for a minute, and get your breath back." Oh, listen, I don't want to be any bloody bother. I've already tried to. .Confiding in Maddy had certainly helped and the long hot bath was relaxing but sleep remained elusive. She tossed and turned but every time she closed her eyes she could see his gray eyes staring at her, searching her soul, demanding her surrender.She got up and drank some water. Her insomnia had gotten worse since she had moved there. Deciding that the best solution would be a good book she went to the library. Fortunately everybody was asleep. Jen was wearing only an old t-shirt that reached.