Making her feel like she was in heaven. Soon, she arched on the bed and came to my actions. I love being an uncle. I moved to be onto of her and kisse... her on the mouth again. Moving my tongue into her mouth. I could feel her sucking it in. I maneuvered my manliness over her womanhood and slowly pushed it into the wetness. I heard her gasp in either paid or pleasure. I asked her if she was okay. She let me know that this was the first time that a man has touched her down there. I was able to. Before she could react, I pulled her close and waved to our waitress to come over.“Yes sir?” the waitress said.“Do you have Champagne here?” I asked.“Yes. Would you like me to bring two glasses?” she asked.“No. I think we’ll take two bottles and check out.” I said.The waitress smile slyly, turned and headed to fill the order. Jean looked up at me.“Champagne! What’s the occasion or should I ask?” Jean said.“We are going home to toast the end of our miserable lonely lives for better tomorrows.” I. I was young, Penelope. He was my first real boyfriend. I thought that was normal, I guess. I didn't think I deserved better."But you were always so confident! How could you think that?"I was good at fooling people. Even you. I thought I deserved to be treated that way. Maybe because I'd let him feel my boobs a few times, and once I'd let him touch my pussy. I liked his attention, when he gave it, and even after that first time ... I wanted to be with him. I thought I needed him."Jackie ... I. ” Jill said as we entered.“You found you a man?” her Aunt asked looking at me.“Not yet. Max lost his Wife five or six weeks ago,” she told her Aunt.“So, two rooms then,” her Aunt said with a smile.“Yes, two rooms.”One of the boys who had my things led me up to a small room in what appeared to be the attic. While small, it did appear to be comfortable, and it wasn’t like I had a lot to keep there except my clothes and the locked box.“You reckon you’ll fit in that bed?” the youngster asked.