And, for the first time in my life, I actually felt like a pervert.Except I felt guilty, and I kind of doubt that real perverts feel guilty. I mean th...t’s what makes them perverts, right?Anyway, there I was, with what, under different circumstances, would have been a magnificent hard on. It was one of those kind that make you proud when you wrap your hand around it and it feels like iron. It was the kind that you know will only have to be stroked a few dozen times and it will erupt like Mount. Our tongues got into action, never thought we would be licking each other’s tongue so passionately. It was damn hot. My hands started searching for her boobs and they were soft with those stiff nipples felt through her bra, she tried to push my hands away but then couldn’t hold it much and gave in.I continued kissing her and we fell on the bed. And then I removed her top and removed my tee too. There was this beauty minisha on my bed only in her bra and then I started licking her cleavage,. It is a distinctly Anglo legend, in that only idiotic people like us would allow some of the bullshit that occurred in legend to actually happen.Think about it! Lancelot runs off with his wife, but Arthur takes her back. Then his own son usurps the throne and takes mommy as his wife, and Arthur comes to try and take her back again? Really?I would be so over her at that point.Sorry, I got sidetracked there.Oh yeah! Arthurian legend. Okay, so legend says that Arthur was the son of Uther. Finally, I had Shirley get out and shout to see if anyone would respond. No one did.We went up to the house. There was no one responding. All four of us went inside, we found her parents lying in bed. Her mother must have had a heart attack from the note her father left. He wrote that he loved his children but could not live without his wife. There was an empty bottle of sleeping pills and a water glass on the bedside table where we found the two of them.Shirley read the note and nodded and.