‘Someone’s awake,’ she said. I tightened pubic muscles, waving my cock in her hand. ‘And me, too,’ I said with a chuckle. ‘I missed you, t...o.’ She stroked my cock from base to tip. ‘I wanted to do something for you.’ She kissed the tip. ‘To show my appreciation.’ She licked the head. ‘And they were all out of flowers.’ ‘How very . . . good for them.’ She sucked my cock. My hips thrust up to meet her bobbing head. I felt her lips and tongue on the sensitive head. Her fingers worked at the shaft.. Once or twice a week, on schedule, at best, was the rule, but our church was beating into us that sex was ultimately a bad thing.“Well, we quickly learned that we LOVED sex. We went from zero to sixty miles per hour in our sex lives in 3.2 seconds, so to speak. One week we were barely doing the deed, and the next we were doing it at least once a day, and looking for time to do more. It was a renaissance for us; like coming out of the dark ages.“At the same time, we were both in turmoil. Alice. .." She looked more closely at Amy, surprising an identical pain mirrored in her vivid blue eyes. "Yes, I love him. As much as you do. Amy, what are we going to do? I need him! And he needs me, if he would only admit it. Or else, he needs you. One of us, anyway. He's forced himself to think of us as daughters, taking the place of the children he lost all those years ago, and I don't know how to change that. All that he lets himself see is the difference in our ages, telling himself that he's. ”We passed on to happier topics of conversation.You’re going to find this difficult to believe, but it was actually snowing by the time we got to Birmingham, and we made our way across country to Nuneaton in what at times seemed like a blizzard outside the warm train, until the skies brightened up to sunshine as we left Leicester headed for Melton Mowbray.Mum and Dad were at the station waiting for us with both cars; they laughed as they saw the big group of us emerge from the train struggling.