"They were okay, sure. But," I added, "being with Robert wasdifferent, and I think it made me realize that there's some thingsmissing with some people..."He looked quizzically at me."Like what, Eve?"Luckily, the word seemed to spring into my head, perhaps from the gods."Romance," I said.Walters smile came roaring back."Go on."I looked at his groin, and saw movement. It made a warmth rush throughme."Robert held me, and kissed me, and, well, he, he loved me. He madelove TO me. That's how it. “Julia,” I say to him, “you’re Julia. Whenever you’ve got my stuff on, you’re Julia.” And whenever I feel like calling you Julia, too, but I don’t say that aloud.To my surprise he laughs. He doesn’t get angry, he doesn’t protest, he laughs.“Thanks, Urp,” he replies.I swat at him but I don’t really mean it and he knows I don’t mind. I’ve loved that boy since the day he was born even if I was only four years old then. We’ve had our arguments and we’ve had words, but I’ve never doubted my. By the time I'd made several turns she was lying across the seat with her cheek resting on my hardon. I'm sorry, but I could not resist the temptation - I fished out my cock and let it bang against her face while I used my right hand to caress her unfettered tits. Her lips were resting against my dick and every time I hit a bump they would slide against it - I was in agony. I reached down and held the tip of my dick against her lips while wondering if it could work its way in. A couple of more. I’d asked for usable bills and got my wish; all those $20 dollar bills made quite a nice little pile that I stowed in a largish duffle bag and parked in the back of my Land Rover.Satisfied I was set for a while, I dropped by the home Allison and I shared to pick up as much of my clothing and personal belongings as I could. I had some new, unassembled boxes in the storage room in the basement and I was going to fill as many of them as I could before the Bitch of Holcomb Industries got home.I.