She took off her dirty gray shirt and threw it to the side, she didn’t even let me get the fork out of my damn mouth before she was trying to pull m... shirt off.‘Hold on a sec, Miss Rapist! Gessshhh, let me swallow my food.’ I said, trying to get my shirt down enough to get my plate and stuff to the side.‘Ok, come on, let’s go.’ and she took off running to the bedroom.I watched her bounce into the bedroom and wished I felt like bouncing. The egg was sitting in my stomach like a cement block. I. "She didn't know what to expect. She'd heard of some boys who were sodisgusted by their own bodies that they'd castrated themselves. Thingswere moving awfully quickly. He couldn't have gone that far thisquickly, could he!?She took a breath and pulled the doors open. The smallish, walk-inspace didn't offer a lot of places to hide, but Jordan was trying tostay out of sight. He'd pulled a blanket from a shelf and had thrownit over his head."Jordie?" She reached for the blanket and started to raise. Just taking it all in. Trish stroked my hair and I let my thoughts wander a bit. I realized two things. First, I thought, this is the oldest woman that I’ve ever had a sexual experience with. And second, although I gave her an incredible orgasm, I still had my pants on and though I was hard and ready, I was completely satisfied just knowing that I had given her such joy. And I was totally comfortable with all of that. I found the right words to let Trish know what was going on in my head and. Ged was already her soulmate as Zak had never been. She realised that she had spent her relationship with Zak desperately trying to keep his interest. With Ged, she was comfortable and relaxed. No comparison."No, Zak," she said. "Kisses are for friends, and that's something we'll never be now."With that she broke from him and returned to Ged and the group, with whom she stayed for the rest of the night. She did not see Zak watching from the doorway to the room. He was angry and jealous, as she.