." she said "If I have tooo..." Drawing the words out and sounding like an exasperated little girl."Yes you do. Now eat."As they ate the exchanged how...their days went. He listened as she told him about the "jerk" foreman and the off-color joke one of her coworkers told followed by the latest work gossip. He told her about the changes with his job for the new school year and his plans for the next race he wanted to enter. They shared the mundane things couples do that helps them feel like they. “We need to go and help get things ready, come on.” She held out a hand and pulled me up with surprising strength for her petite frame. As we walked back up the garden she turned to me smiling.“I’m Emma, by the way, but please just call me Em. I know you’re Steve and you’ve been doing the garden, and, er… helping with a few other things. We don’t keep any secrets in this family you know!”I looked at her and felt my face blushing, unsure what to make of her last remark. I would soon find out. As. I reached over with my hand and scooped her leg up and moved it over on top of me. At this point I rolled so slightly to my left side so the head of my dick was touching her sweet pussy. See wiggled herself into perfect position so I could enter her if I wanted. I reached over with my right hand and began to rub her clit. She let out a moan that I was sure would wake someone. Her two friends stirred a bit but were obvioulsy still sleeping. The tent began to smell like sex. I thought how. I spent the next ten years trying to figure it out. Alcohol, pot, and depression are not very helpful. It didn’t help that my first heterosexual encounter was what I guess we’d call ‘date rape’ now. And no, it was NOT Steve. He was a huge help to me, just as he was to Bethany in her recovery from her rape. The difference was, she admitted it very early on. I hid it from everyone until I was twenty-two.”“Jen, we’ve talked about that,” I said gently. “Rape is violence, not sex. The first time you.