I opened the door and showed her her own room. I got her a big bed and fancy sheets. I told her sorry, still putting together a desk for you, pointi...g to the half built furniture in the corner. I tossed the bags of clothes on the bed and pointed out the 3-way mirror I had delivered and the iPad and iPhone for her, still in their boxes, and the big-ass TV that was all hers, and told her if she wanted anything else she just had to let me know and I would have it ready for next week. She said. "Seriously, I'm not trying to steal you from her." You don't know her. Why would you care?" I care because I want to be me, and I don't steal husbands — I'll fuck them, that's fun, but I won't steal them. I like husbands, they know what they're doing and there's no obligation. Anyway, I've heard Julie on the phone, I've talked to Angela about her, I think I get her." How many husbands have you… um…" Fucked. Say it." How many husbands have you fucked?"She giggled. "That's my secret. This isn't. In fact, we all think you’re a real gentleman. We realize, however, that you still have those raging hormones and it’s likely to cause a situation where intercourse will occur. Given that, I ask you to avoid any vaginal intercourse at least until June reaches 18 and graduates. There are other ways June can take care of those hormones... :”“For God’s sake, Autumn. Let’s stop that talk now!” June shouted.“You have just earned 10 whacks with the paddle! We’ll take care of that after we’re finished. The movement made him take a step closer and his body now radiated warmth to her back. ‘There, there’, he calmed her. ‘You have nothing to be ashamed of. Don’t you think I understand how you feel? To be surprised in such a private, intimate moment must be awful. But nobody but me saw you. Nobody else will ever know. He wouldn’t tell anyone. She knew that. He was too much a gentleman to do such a thing. ‘Can you forgive me?’ she asked, breathless. ‘There is nothing to forgive. I don’t think you.