The double doors that led into the bedroom were closed, and I slipped past him to open them. He strode into the room and eased her to the floor next t... the bed. The room was lit by four candles, one on top of each corner post on the bed, and the atmosphere was warm and intimate. I gently touched Amelia’s arm, and as she turned to face me, I took her hand and met her eye. Her expression was wary, as though she had suddenly realised what had just happened and what was to come. I recalled. There was the simple ease of being together. The understanding. There was the warm, uncomplicated shelter of her love. The sex too. Sex has always been important to us. Anne was like this delicately tuned instrument. A Stradivarius violin, say. Or a Bechstein piano.Just playing her took my breath away. Oh yes, I did love to play her. Did. (Have to get used to this past tense. I'll learn, don't worry.)But Anne was gorgeous in so many other ways. It was a party to simply sit with her at the end. “Maybe we should hear about last night, first,” Kara said.“All that happened last night was Samantha and I talked until just after midnight. Well, I talked to her dad for about thirty minutes before dinner, too. And nothing happened other than me holding her hand a bit and two very brief hugs. Not even a goodnight kiss. That conversation generated the visit from Jeri today.”“Then tell your side,” Jessica said firmly.She clearly wanted to see if the stories aligned with each other, with what I’d. "Mmmm, I love this. Does it feel good?" Yeah, Wayne, it feels very good. You're hitting all the right spots."His tongue worked up my shaft until it engulfed the crown. He was very, very good. Several times, I felt his face against my stomach as he swallowed it down. I moaned, "Oh... so good." Yes, I'm the best," he said between gulps and slurps. "I love your cock... it tastes so good... give me your load, baby, give mommy your load... I love your cock..." You're gonna get my load in another.