I guess hethought his bra was invisible. I playfully snapped his bra-strap justlike I?d seen boys do to girls a hundred times. He whirled on me with a...indignant look but stopped when he saw me. Somehow the sight of asmiling gorgeous face momentarily tames the savage beast who is theaverage man, and I played that card often. I said: ?Sorry, it?s beendone to me so many times, I just couldn?t resist.? I was irresistibleand I knew it. Soon he was sitting with me sipping coffee, and I wasgetting his. She didn't have any signs of physical abuse. I asked if she was OK, she said she was. I figured her boyfriend was in the other room because there was no sign of him when I poked my head in. I told her to let me know if she needed anything and loudly announced that I would call the police if the noise continued. I heard nothing the rest of the night.Friday and Saturday passed and all was quiet upstairs. Sunday evening I was cleaning up after making dinner when I heard a knock on the door. What. It was amazing. “Don’t move,” I said. “Just feel this.” It was exquisite. We had never shared more than a kiss and a chaste caress before and now, here we were, naked, soaked and bodily connected. Intimate lovers. My hands were on his arms and my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. The urge to move was almost overpowering. I could see it in him and he could see it in me. Our eyes were locked together, both of us breathing more heavily now.“Just stay still. Just a moment longer.”He. Her face bore the faint scars of smallpox and her cheeks were gaunt, but she gained both charm and life as she ate and drank. Her eyes sparkled with good humor. She finally sat back, poured the last of the ale down her gullet and said, "I'd enjoy a pipe."I leaned forward. "And I'd enjoy a good rogering." Not on a full stomach, surely," she said with a grin.I fetched her a clay pipe like my own, and we sat and smoked for a while as she cleaned the plates and trenchers with bits of bread. Then we.