"I remember. We was all sick back then. But I never heard from you, not a bla- a blinkin' word. Thought you might've, y'know, found somebody loyal, so...e smock-faced sport. An' I did write, honest I did." He squeezed her hand and leaned to brush her cheek with his chapped lips. "Thought y'might be mad at me, m'bran-faced chuck." He tried to look crest-fallen, but his joy showed.Anne let go of Billy's hand, confused and irritated. She went to the sliding doors and called Philippa. The young. We basked in our own silent glimmer for a couple of minutes before she spoke.“That was unbelievable!” she said. “You really know how to fuck a girl! No wonder you drove my mother wild!”“Yeah, well, pizza makes me horny,” I said.She laughed, kissed me and said, “Let’s do it again!”I fucked her lovely pussy twice more that night before we fell off to sleep. In the early morning, she sucked me awake and soon I was pounding her tasty pickle jar again. It was a beautiful eye-opener: coming together. Please, just let me. His thumb brushed under my chin, tilting my head up. Emma, please. His eyes were pleading with me, begging me for approval. I didnt want anyone else, that was for sure. I thought of his lips against mine earlier tonight. I felt comfortable with him, and safe. I glanced at our intertwined fingers and felt the warmth that his hands brought to me. I remembered his hugs, his laugh, his smile. The sparkle in his eye when he looks at me. I loved seeing it there, and I loved. My idea was a financial hit and I had seed money to start my business. In two years, my business grew and I had made enough to plan and build my ideal home. Another year and I discovered a woman that rang my chimes. She had been employed by a large firm as VP of Customer Relations for the last five years. She was in charge of customer service and her income was similar to mine, but not being the owner of the company, she had better ‘perks’; insurance, vacation, personal time and a savings.