We giggled and the girl behind the counter, with whom we had been chatting pretended to chastise us: “You two are needing a bucket of cold water!”...Within a couple of minutes we found ourselves winding our way up the spiral staircase.Face to face, I placed my hands on her back and ran them down her body, my fingertips caressing the back of her thighs. Her muscles stiffened as I gently stroked her legs and she closed her eyes, letting out a groan of pleasure. “That feels so good”, she purred. I. . literally steamy!” I replied, making Becca smirk a bit.“Or last night, when I cooked for you, wearing nothing but my apron, just like Jane March on Color of Night? Or when I modeled for you those times in the nude or in my undies or just in Goth outfits or that one time in nothing but my boots? Nice boots, weren’t they?” Becca continued, knowing that I was sure to grow very stiff with her teasing.“Those weren’t technically dares. They were just ... weird random stuff that you did to. I hope you have a good day, and…er…look, obviously Lianne…’ ‘…obviously Lianne is going to have to get used to the fact that I’m here for her own good,’ Elizabeth finished for him, ‘for her family’s good. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.’ Lewis nodded and left the room, a little struck by how those green eyes of hers looked so awake when his own felt so tired. Elizabeth continued to sit in the kitchen, staring out of the large windows onto the beautiful lush lawn of the Smith’s back garden,. Kissing down her chest I devoured one nipple. Her weight shifted backwards against the seat and I rolled more on top of her, still joined at the genitals. She laid back, her legs spread, eyes closed and hands on my hips. Conjoined, we continued to copulate. Her ample breasts rippled as I bounced her into the cloth seats. Her face seemed enraptured. I loved the power I felt, being able to please her that much. Like a piston I pounded her, my cock relentlessly digging into her ravaged, trembling.