He shut the door and held my hand while I led him into the dining room. he looked out at my friends kissing and playing with each other, then the movi... that was playing. I grabbed the bulge in his pants and asked if this was because of me. he said yes. I kissed him lightly on the lips and then started on his belt. I had him put the pizza down on the table and then put his hand on my tits so he could play with them while i got his belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped to free his cock. I kissed. So, the tears kept coming, but she still didn't speak.He did lean to me and kissed me again. He wanted to make it brief, but I wrapped his arms around him. So, we made out again and made it as passionate as possible. We pressured our lips together so hard; it nearly felt like our faces were colliding."Holy shit, you two are like a match made in incest heaven or something. You two have never done anything together? Yet, you seem to have some great sexual chemistry; it's maddening. Fuck yes, make. To tell the truth I was a little let down. The last six weeks had gone by in such a rush, starting with Rosco and the miracle cure, and then the wonderful coincidence of finding Rose and our love affair, which we had to throttle almost from the start, because we knew a permanent separation was coming and there was no way to stop it.Our loving relationship was like a book never to be finished - almost as if the author made it to chapter seven and just stopped, or died, or something. No more. I was captivated. I should have said something that night but I never got you alone and I wasn’t confident to approach you with other people around. Luckily the first barrier was now passed and it was easier to talk to you at the school or at the socials that we all enjoyed, we talked more often and seemed to enjoy each other’s company, laughing at our language differences and joking about our tastes in music and clothes. Music led us to exchanging addresses, I remember promising to send you.