Finally awakened late into the afternoon and as yet no one had come to wake me or tell me I could leave my room, but I had to pee really bad so I ran ...ut of my room and out the back door and went to the outhouse and relieved myself, then snuck back into my room awaiting someone to come tell me I could leave it.It now was getting all but dark outside and yet no one had come to tell me I could leave or come out of my room, but I saw cars and pickups coming towards our house from the old country. Isnugged them up around my waist and reached inside to make sure my cockcage was pushed backward, out of view. I then stepped into my jeans andpulled them up. After I put my shirt on, I tucked it in and fastened mybelt.So then, where were my shoes? I looked around and couldn't find them.Then I looked in the closet and froze. Lying on the floor of Grace'scloset was my wig. It had, apparently, fallen off of the shelf. Or, didI put it there? Fuck! I couldn't remember. In my haste, I. She asked questions to find out what I wanted to try -which was just about everything- and what I was turned on by. She and I were sitting on the edge of the bed, while he had pulled up a chair a few feet away so as not to miss anything. I started out by just touching her. I didn't go straight for the obvious, I ran my hands up her arms, just to feel her soft skin, and up to her bare shoulders and collar bone. I then went to her calves and up to her things. The whole time she was telling me. She stood up on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear. ‘Well then quit talking about it and take me to bed, Aidan.’ He exhaled sharply, grabbed her hand and basically dragged her to the bedroom. His blood was on fire, his mind overtaken with lust and love, and he didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard in his life. The rollercoaster of feelings he’d been having the past months seemed to be all bubbling to the surface at once, and he was having a hard time fighting them off. He stopped.