" he pouted. With that, she trotted up the stairs and then into the bathroom to take a shower. I shook my head, and chuckled a bit. Standing up, I he...ded into the kitchen and grabbed a pop tart. About a half an hour later, she came back downstairs. “Mmm, thanks,” she smirked, taking the rest of my pop tart. “Hey!” I protested, reaching to take it back. But she turned away from me and walked away. “Oh, get over it,” she snickered, popping the pastry into her mouth. I maneuvered around her. I called her an irresponsible little girl, and she called me traitorous old man who couldn’t even save his sister. ‘In the end, it was the guilt which won me over. She was right, of course, I could have done more for my sister. I agreed to let her go – on the condition that she let me give her a gift. Suspicious, she agreed provided she approved the gift. ‘Well, I couldn’t bear to think of my sister’s daughter walking all those miles, so as a gift I offered her the best horse from my stable.. Come on now and show me to your bedroom." My bedroom?" she questioned feeling even quizier never having considered the possibility that he would want to take her on her and David's bed."Don't be silly." He told her calmly, "Considering what we're about to do anything else is just trivial. And remember our deal about making this enjoyable for me. So come on take me to you bedroom."Realizing that she had only been delaying the inevitable, and realizing he determined and had already made up his. Funny how now that I think about it now…. every time James and I talk on the phone, we always manage to get out exactly what’s on our minds, how much we want to fuck each other till we can’t stand. ( James has helped me to express myself more, I used to be embarrassed to say words like ‘fuck’ and ‘cunt’, even though it would turn me on. That’s one of the things I love about him. His ability to express himself. ) It would usually start with James saying something extremely seductive to me and.