Clive had planned his campaign for the evening with Briony. He would have no more than three dances with her, two if she did not respond. The first wo...ld be a modern dance where they would have little or no opportunity to speak or touch other than hands. The second he would make sure was a ballroom dance during which he could hold her but he would not hold her any closer than convention allowed. He would talk to her though but nothing the least provocative or suggestive. That might come if. I could leave at any time, but, of course, I’d be penalised for that. As a volunteer, I wasn’t being paid, but my ‘expenses’ would decline. Bastards. The Foreign Legion for guys that can’t be arsed. I’d seen her the first day I arrived. Red hair hanging, long jumpers, despite the heat and petuala oil. She was pretty in a Laura Ingelis, Little House on the Prairie sort of way. Some times she wore her hair up in those kind of buns, that stuck to the side of her head so that she. I’d seem him at my brother’s house, handing out, shirtless most of the time, cracking jokes, making everyone laugh. Or when he and Gavin helped me move into my new apartment, lugging boxes and furniture up the stairs, shirtless yet again, sweaty, and oh so yummy looking. He had hugged me that day, after I had commented on how sweaty he was. I believe I had said something along the lines of “Ew! Stop! You’re gross and sweaty!”, but was definitely thinking more along the lines of ‘Oh God, hold me. Their eyes met. "Jacob, I think it is time you fucked me again. Kitchen table?"Jacob said nothing. He helped her from the bed and they walked to the kitchen. He remembered how he and Holly started the wild side of their sex life with the card playing guys at this table and now he was about to fuck Holly's mother at this very table. He laid her back on the table and put her legs up to his shoulders. She grabbed the length of his cock and guided it to her pussy opening and watched as he moved.