I overreacted. I'm really sorry."I radiated sincerity because, perhaps for the first time with a man, I was sincere, without artifice."I'm sorry it ma...e you feel uncomfortable. I had no idea what I had done wrong. I could have explained if you had asked," he said."I know."How had he made it to eighteen years old and remained this naïve?"I'm not saying it was your responsibility to ask. When you feel a visceral response to something, you just react. You don't stop to analyze it. I'm just saying. I grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her forward, until her hot crotch was firmly pressed against my hot tongue.I got a moan from her at that, and she tilted her hips, rubbing her barely covered slice up the length of my tongue. My pussy was still in my panties, but desperately begging to come out and play. I bent down and took her nipple between my teeth and pulled on it, before sucking it deep into my mouth."Just this once Heather," she said "you know that I am not a lesbian." It was. I then took two of the other bags and straightened up.“Let me help you carry these home. Is it far?”“Please don’t trouble yourself I am sure I can make it alright.”“Don’t be silly it is no problem at all. Now, lead on.” I smiled widely at her and held my arm out to indicate that she should lead the way.She walked past me and headed to the corner which was the entrance to the nearby estate. There was an awkward silence as we walked, I am sure she had no idea what to say and she seemed rather. It even has a guest house. I don't need all that space, so I'm thinking of turning it into a bed-and-breakfast, and I'll live in the guest house.I was going through the tons of stuff in the attic, and ran across a “journal” or even something of an autobiography that my great-great-grandfather wrote. He wrote it long-hand a little over 50 years ago; just before he passed away. It was a tough document to read: he didn't have an education, and, according to him, didn't even learn to read and write.