. ‘Stop it Linda! Get off him; You should be past this sort of thing now my girl!’In that instance Linda knew what was implied; that their activit... was not decent. That it was indecent.At that moment something precious had been lost within Linda; and it was replaced with a guilt complex.It had induced a deep sense of shame into Linda’s sexuality and there-after only a guilt-ridden fantasy of her father allowed her to climax. Sex for her was a cocktail which included a shot of shameful. “Well, fuck me! Miss Piggy that was bloody awesome,” she said. She decided Sandra’s description was the most appropriate. Happily, she released the net and let the piglet out. She completed her afternoon ablutions. She felt good, a light shift and a decent sleep had her back to normal.She dressed again in gym clothes but feeling just a little lazy, she retrieved one of her favourite books Battlefield Earth, by Ron L. Hubbard. It was an antique, and her grandfather had given it to her. She must. I collapsed, exhausted, pinning Suzy under my weight to the bed. I placed small kisses on her neck and shoulders. Our breathing slowed and as we lay quietly I felt my erection slowly subside and Suzys hole, pulsing, push it out if her. I rolled off and lay beside her cradling her in my arms as my excitement subsided. I lay quietly in the darkness, replaying the incredible erotic experience, listening to Suzy breathing her small hot breaths against my chest.Curiosity filled me again and I said. . er.. eh well... What do you think ?" "Think of what ?" I replied. "Like what do you think of my body ?" She giggled. "oh.. well. you know.. its.. well.. e.. You're hot." I replied mumbling. I tilt my head to the right and looked at her and said " I really hope you don't get mad at .. " She held my head with her hands and kissed me on the lips without letting me finish. She pressed her tongue inside my mouth finding her way to my tongue and we french kissed for like 30 seconds straight till I.