. going over there which I so often did, now speaking to her as I also always did ... there was that secret hidden longing deep down in my gut that wo...ldn't go away. Even seeing her dressed, in things I'd never thought or considered her sexy in, now were. But even more surprising, I could see her as though she didn't have a stitch on. Busily in the kitchen baking cookies, or ironing as she watched her soaps on TV, naked ... always naked. I could see her soft mature breasts dangling so. “Erin.” I stopped washing her butt and turned her to me.“Yes Paul?” She looked me straight in the eyes.“Erin. I know that I have said this before, but for some reason it feels like I really need to be sure that you know this, right down into your soul. I love you.”Tears welled up in her eyes.“You really do, don’t you!”“I do. Forever.”We cried in each other’s arms for a long time.“Come on, let’s have breakfast.” We dried and went out into the main room and I stopped at the cart that had been. She explained it as her first fully complete orgasm. I took my dick & started to rub it on her pussy lips. She became horny & wanted me badly inside her. She begged me to enter her. I tried to enter her but in vain, as her hole was too small for my dick of large circumference. I brought some oil from my room & applied it on the inner walls of her pussy. She did it on my cock & massaged it quite nicely. Now I slid my dick quite slowly & gently in her hole & let it there for few minutes. Then I. OK, tremendously ludicrous, she thought. She belonged in school, not holding domain over a primitive culture in the year 3089.The village womenfolk, Gudrun among them, unloaded the food while men set about unloading tables, benches and chairs, and then built three roaring cook-fires. Children meanwhile, did what children everywhere do: play wildly and get into the adult’s hair until rebuked; Rebecca noted that Frieda seemed to have only her mother.Rebecca considered herself fortunate that.