He carried me to the bedroom, laying me on the bed. He laid on top of me, kissing my neck and shoulder, sucking occasionally. He sat up, undoing his p...nts, leaving him totally naked.Just seeing his exposed body was cause for arousal, I wanted him. He knew I wanted him, but decided to hold off on just fucking me. He laid next to me on the bed and pulled me close. Wrapped in his arms, we shared a long kiss, his hands brushing my hair off my face. His other hand stroked my back.His gentle touch. I knew if she dropped it, she’d be showing off her naked ass to anyone walking by. She dropped it immediately and without hesitation. I could see on the pathway below us people walking backwards and forwards, but she didn’t flinch—her eyes stayed focused on me. ‘Kneel down.’ I said. As if I had asked her to pass the sugar, she knelt in front of me, her hands resting on her thighs—now, she couldn’t be seen from below, but she was kneeling in front of me. Kneeling in front of me. And the last. "So the British can't use them!" I told her."They can easily be kept from using them without destroying them by using Defensive Shells. Then the Americans can use what they wish and possibly sell what they don't need," she said with a smile."That's not even considering what large fires could do to those cities on the east coast," Kell reminded me."We wouldn't be terribly popular with their citizens if we burned their cities down," Ken added. I had never thought about what repercussions large. Would we wear underwear? Will she wear something sexy or big pyjamas or join me in the shower? Do we kiss, or hug or chat? How would I broach the idea of condoms? What would she think of my personal pruning, too much, not enough? I’m fairly sure Tracy was the first under the sheets. I do remember a bit of fussing with the linen as I got into bed, probably to hide my erection in some farcical attempt to pretend I wasn’t excited. I don’t actually remember the sex that night which is.