She wraps her entire body around me and cries out my name over and over between her moans. She’s so loud, I kiss her hard to try and quiet her down....She’s moaning hard against my lips and pulling me tightly against her with an aggression so raw and animal like. All the while, I never stop pumping into her. She needed this release. She grips me so hard and tight. I can literally feel every muscle in her hole pulsing against me. It overwhelms me. I need her too. I wrap her up in my arms. It’s like that movie Dirty Dancing. Did you see it?”“Is that what this is, a fling?”“I don’t know what it is. I think you are amazing. I still have to tell my parents what’s happening.”“I hope this is not just a fling, Nina.”“Let’s play it by ear. Right now, I have a lot to sort out. I can’t keep on living like this. I told you I’m an honest person except so much of how I am living is a lie.”I felt my chest constrict, sensing I was getting the brush off. “I can help you sort things out.”“No you. He looked exactly the same as he did the night before. As we approached, I could tell he was staring at me. I blushed and he finally looked away, eyes twinkling. When he set his eyes on Tilda, his entire demeanor changed. ‘What in Saint George’s bones happened to you, Tilda Fraser?!’ He shouted. Tilda shrank back in disappointment. I felt my jaw drop open. How dare he yell at a child like that. I stepped in front of Tilda without realizing it, and put my hands on my hips. ‘That is no way to. "I know," I laughed in return, "but I do still have moments where I forget I'm not a nonagenarian any more. I was standing here wondering how heavy those boxes were like I was still old and decrepit."The boxes were heavy, but not so much that I couldn't manage them. The were more awkward than anything as I tried to get them through the front door – after checking the bottoms for dirt. No sense getting Edwina mad at me right off the bat.Before I got too carried away with unpacking, I called.