My saviour.”She paused and took a sip of her coffee.“Do you remember that night in Manchester, when I asked you to take me to your room and show m... what it was like to be made love to?”“I don’t think I’ll ever forget it,” I replied.“That was the first time in my life I ever went to bed with a man willingly. I repeat, I love you, and, no matter what, I will always love you.”“And I, you,” I replied.“Good,” she said simply, “now, the future. Will we be together forever? You know the whole thing,. I don’t want you to suffer a bit also. She was moved by my words. And tears were rolling down.I said aunty you can decide it later if you want. I am not forcing you. You may leave now if you want and i pulled my pyjama up and the bell rang and she went to attend the door and my sister came. We three had coffee. While having coffee my aunty started playing with my legs with hers below the dining table. She was ready to be fucked by me at last. My sister went to have bath and my aunt went inside. My wife’s excitement steadily mounted. Suddenly she cried out. In the mirror I saw her head jerk back with ecstasy and her mouth open wide in a suppressed orgasm cry. Her body tensed, she thrust her hips, and her breasts bounced and swung as her whole body juddered as an obviously exquisite orgasm exploded and seemed to last for ages. Finally she flopped forward whimpering with pleasure. I stayed behind her holding my hand cupped over her juice sodden cunt and stroking her thigh as she quivered. " She paused. "You need to think long and hard about it, because you don't get a second chance to intern at the Baxter House. The thing is that this assignment will force you to question your morals. It will likely change you - transform you even." "Will you be there?" This time, Alexa held Serena's gaze when she looked directly into her eyes. Serena nodded quietly. "I will, and so will the storyteller and other actors. If you would like, I can request that I am the storyteller that.