And even though she didn’t tell you, deep down I think you knew.”“Probably,” I sighed. “Sophia, will you do something for me?”“What?”�...�Let me make love to you properly. Please.”She was quiet for a moment, then pulled away. She turned to her back and held out her arms. I moved on top of her, and we exchanged a soft French kiss as I entered her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and we began the slow ancient dance of lovers. Sophia reached the pinnacle of pleasure twice before I pushed. “Harder.” Then, “HARDER!” Were it not for the blow job she had given him some ten hours earlier in the day, he might very well have shot his load right then. She spun and posted above him, facing him, so he could fondle her breasts. “Pinch those nipples, Baby. Ooh, fuck, that’s it.” They changed positions three or four times, until she was on all fours and he was pounding her from behind. “God, yes, give me that dick, David! Fuck me good!” David was in heaven, looking down upon this. It took him less than ten minutes to reassure himself that there was no evidence of anyone gaining illegal entry.Despite that, the bag of sweets was still near the phone. He tore it open, and all it contained were the expected bars, lollipops and slabs of chocolate. Anxious to ease his puzzled state, he snatched up the phone and dialled Cooney’s, where he’d had a long-standing account. They knew his tastesA seductive female voice answered, “Cooney’s Escort Service. How may we serve you?”Without. She caught the inflection and took my hand. Once she was curled in with the rest of us, everything felt better. It didn't matter that she had been jealous or that I had been upset. It was already forgiven and the emotions forgotten."I have an idea about why it was you that reacted like that," I said looking down at Renée.She looked up, her smile fading. "Why?" You have your own genetic gifts and they may be at odds with what you feel for me."Her brow furrowed. "That can't be. My gifts don't.