The tension was still there, and will remain even to this day. Probably about two weeks after that, after realizing the tension we had, she wanted ...o have sex to maybe relieve some of it. We went to our spot after school, laid the blanket down, it was a little cold still, but no rain. We quickly jumped into it again. We started off grinding up against each other. Running our hands all over each other. We laid down on the blanket and started to unbutton and slide down our pants. I pulled my. Their bodies were wet with sweat and sticky with the juices of sex. He had rolled to his back and she had rolled on top. He could feel the wetness on his chest but at first thought it was only sweat until he looked down and saw her looking up at him with tear in her eyes.“Oh dear what wrong why are you crying?”“I don’t know I just want you so bad and love you so much and everything in me is all, well I just could not help it and the tears just came out.”Nobody had ever loved William that much. Oh, no, I'm a great woman. I'm a bad witch.I have no points of comparison.Just as well. Zane, it's important that we do this right. I'm not joking about crossing the line. We'd miss the rendezvous, and have to start again. I'd — well, let's just say I'd rather not.Okay. I'll be good. What?Well, I'm going to ask for some things, but they aren't actually sexual. They just seem that way. Don't get the wrong idea.Damn.Yeah. Later. Here's the thing. We need to touch as little of the floor as. In the face of the growing awareness of her need... a desire for sexual fulfillment, she could not trust herself; her beautiful young body reflected in the mirror screamed for it, and she was frightened. The naughty part of her mind knew that she only had to reach her hand out to herself to gain a pleasurable release but her reasoning conditioned mind rejected it, completely.The young wife glanced at the clock as she finished dressing. She noticed that it was almost three o'clock. Three..