"It's all right. I'm only doing what Ruth did in the story. You don't have a cloak to spread over me, so you don't have to marry me. You don't have to...do anything at all, except..."He turned to face her in the dark. She could just make out his face. He was confused. "Huh?" All you have to do is cuddle me. Hug me. Then you can go to sleep with me. I love you Joseph, where you go, I go. OK?"Silence, then his hand was on her side as she lay facing him, a gentle pull. She scooted into his arms and. "I took the bag and selected some make up for the night before picking upthe nightgown that Clare had left out it was just plain black with somelace around the bustline and the bottom folding it I put it in the bagand zipped it up before returning to the kitchen.I was only back a few minutes before there was knock at the door. Lindastood outside dressed in some jeans ticked into flat black low-heeledboots and a heavy winter anorak."Come in Linda," Clare said as she hugged her. "I'm so sorry. "Now I'm counting on you to make me wet enough" she added. She then climbed on top of me, into a 69 position, and lowered herself onto my waiting mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to me. I tongue-fucked her for a while by sticking my tongue into her as far as I could manage, wiggling it, followed by sucking on her sweet hole and repeating. I switched to clit-to-hole licks until I was blocked by her friend pushing his way into her.I felt her go limp and her body settle onto mine. I hold you in my hand first, feel the heat pulsating in my palm, but you don’t let me enjoy it for long. While I’m lost in embarrassment and wonder, you jerk up inside me with one thrust. You fill me. With smooth, quick strokes you fill me, and sometimes I wonder how it all fits. My little hands fly to your shoulders and pull you close for something to hold onto. I’m on top. I’m the one who’s supposed to be fucking you. But we both know that’s not me. With another grunt, you lift and push me.