She smiled and held me tightly, accepting my emissions without hesitation or fear. Lian liked it when I came in her. I liked it too.After sex, she lik...d to lie together quietly for a while. Irene always jumped up and took a shower, washing off the odor and possibly shame. That was perhaps Lian’s greatest attraction; she was simply shameless about sex.We went out shopping together and Lian taught me how to tell when a fish or chicken was fresh, and about spices and herbs. I helped her with. I'm sure I'll be all right."The argument went on for a few more minutes when Christopher realised he was not going to win. He decided instead that he was going to go over now and stand guard."All right, Tina. Eight tomorrow morning." Thanks, Christopher."He threw together an omelette, made a thermos flask of coffee and grabbed the duvet off the spare bed. He was out of the house in less than twenty minutes and parked outside Tina's flat twenty minutes later. All was quiet. The curtains were. I did love her, but was it just passion, or, as I hoped, something true to life. “I love you too, Claire...” Knowing we would have to have a serious talk pretty soon; which I dreaded. She hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom coming back with a damp washcloth. She cleaned my groin of the sticky fluids, then leaned over and quickly planted a kiss on my cock, laughing at herself. “Are you sure you want this?”I asked. “Want what?”She asked “Us,” “Of course silly. Don’t you?” “Yes, I do.” We. We most likely will discard it. It certainly isn't a keeper, so it doesn't matter whether we get a bit of paint on it or not." OK. Let's start with the light blue. If a bit runs, the dark trim'll cover it. There's the door, the closet and the window. The other wall's solid. Let's start there. We'll see how the acrylic covers." While he spoke, Chaz pulled on a suit of painter's overalls. I was wearing an old shirt and older jeans.It took us about 20 minutes. The longer wall, where the window was.