She had started thinking of it as their apartment and she seemed to feel more at home here than she did in her place in New York. Maybe it was because...it was so friendly or maybe it was because it was Alex’s. She was not sure, but rather than study it too much, she just enjoyed it. ‘Du rien, chérie,’ he said, flipping on soft lights so they could find their way around the room. ‘I need to check email. Can I use one of your machines?’ she asked and picked up a laptop in front of her when he. For a while it looked like I might die waiting. Most of my colleagues attributed my breakdown to the stress of waiting. I think that my therapist at the sanatorium had other ideas but after six month she hadn’t broken through my defences and was about to start maternity leave so she pretty much threw me out. Sometimes I wonder how I would have handled having someone else aware of my guilt, I think it would have helped me but I don’t think that I’ll ever let anyone get that close again. Saint. "I'll talk to your Mother first before doing anything; and I'll get back to you afterwards." Later that evening Sam came to my room for our nightly chat. I Told her what Sandy had said about wanting me to do what I had done with her Mom and with Jane. I advised Sam; "since Martha and I were going off Saturday and would not return until sometime Sunday afternoon and that Jane would be visiting with her Dad, you, Pater and Sandy should get together and you and Peter should teach her. Her legs were spread wide open, her body void of any clothes. Her pillow was clenched in her right hand, and her left has down at her pussy. A vibrator was still pulsing in her wet cunt, sending shock waves throughout her centerfold body. “Not that I mind, AJ, but what are you doing in here?” She wasn’t mad, just inquisitive. She had a smile that could melt an ice sculpture. “Y-you said ‘Come in.’” She started to crack up. “No you idiot. I yelled ‘Cumming!’ into my pillow. Oh, and you might.