We were awkward with each other for a few days but soon she eased up a lot in front of me and we got into talking. She was the one to initiate the ver... first conversations we had about the most mundane stuff and gradually it started becoming more and more personal.I guess it was because of her staying alone all day with no one to talk too much that she sucked up to me so much the moment I got back home. She would speak to me in a very cordial manner and often behave a little childish and coy on. .. what went on last night was nothing particularly new to me. The nudity and sex talk were a natural part of my life with my own parents, so last night actually felt normal for me. How about you? ... Are you OK with everything?”“Sure ... I mean ... actually, I was just thinking about last night and how it’ll change my relationship with my folks.”“In a good way or bad?”“That’s what I’m not sure of, babe. I mean, before this trip I never talked with them about that kind of stuff, so the past. Hands dragged across smooth skin. Delicate fingers squeezed full breasts, round hips, smooth thighs. A cock throbbed in appreciation, drooling like a dog after the dinner bell. Hard clits emerged from their hiding places with a little coaxing, and pulling. A nipple was used to tease a clit. Eyes bugged from a man's head. Manicured, painted fingernails led the way, spelunking into warm, wet, and oh so tight caverns. Soft, feminine moans escaped from between red, full lips. Gasps soon. He didn’t feel broken, he felt he had been close, another week and he would be at the point she was describing, but he didn't feel like he was quite there yet. He thought, perhaps, she had underestimated his strength. A mistake he could potentially build on.He looked at her for a long moment and she him, evaluating each other. He thought she saw a boy, her toy, broken and rebuilt to be the pretty thing she lusted after, but that wasn’t the case. He thought about it, but admitting that to her,.