So she's asked me to see to you." I smiled at my own little joke."Oh I'm sorry to hear that, I didn't know she got migraines." Oh, she doesn't get the... very often, just now and again." Well it's kind of you to wait for me but I can see myself in to the yard. I don't need to go in to the house, I can get on with the work OK on my own." Yes I'm sure you can, but I can make you something to eat and drink, save disturbing Amanda, alright?" Well, if you don't mind then, I'll see you back at the. I suppose everybody has secrets they don't care to share, but talking to somebody like Annie who wasn't quite real in the normal sense made it feel safe.I've never had any moral qualms about our relationship. Hell, how could it be wrong? Whoever and whatever Annie is, the bond between us is purely and simply one of love. The sex is fantastic, our shared love is warm and comforting, our home is as much a home as if it were filled with kids and puppy dogs. Sometimes I wonder if I'm imagining the. Rough was the only thing that made him cum. Even his very first sex was pretty rough, and how old he was then won’t be mentioned here.“Yes fuck me, fuck me harder. Oh God, yes!” She moaned as she threw her face back and got his face pressed against her right collar bone. He kept fucking her. This was already harder than she had ever had it before. Her nails dug deep into his back skin.“Ah,” he groaned as he pushed his upper body off hers, and threw his face towards his front. He kept going. A waft of stiflingly hot air swept past me as I opened it. Inside, two large candles lit the interior dimly, and I saw two stepped pine benches built onto the wooden walls. Georgina was lying flat on her back on the uppermost bench directly opposite me, and the cause of the noise was rapidly apparent. Mr Portman was fucking her vigorously, his backside pumping between her widely spread legs, his powerful shoulders flexing as they supported his weight.They both turned their heads to look at me..