Why? She shrugged at that, hands now clasped together behind her back. Turn around, let me see the rest of you. She did a 180 degree turn, showing off...her slender, but slightly rounded ass. I walked up behind her, and gave it a soft, but firm smack. Ooh, she jumped and giggled. I pulled her in close, wedging my cock in between the to of her asscheeks. Her face flushed at the recognition of what was poking her in the back. I grabbed her arms once more, pulling them behind her. I slid one arm. And that was one of the things I loved the most about her. She's twenty six years old. She has an incredible slim but curvy body, but she still manages to look and seem so innocent. Perhaps it has more to do with the way she was brought up and the fact that all of this is still so new to her."You're actually depraved," she continued. "So in a way that means you're sick," she smirked."How am I sick?" I asked exasperatedly."You know," she hinted. "All of those things you make me do in bed. Most. I was stroking his cock and petting his balls with the other hand. He was wiggling around and doing little purring sounds with each thrust of my fingers. I let go of his cock and applied lube to my cock and straddled his legs and laid down on him with my cock sliding up into his butt crack. I told him that I was going to fuck his ass like I did that night fifty years ago in missionary position. He just hummed and shook his head in approval. I started to slide my cock up and down his ass crack. And, yeah, it's scary. But that's not going to stop me. Not anymore. Hell, the way I feel about you is the scariest thing I've ever experienced, but I'm not pushing it away, or hiding from it, not ever again."Little pieces of my soul, over and over again. I kept giving them away. And then I looked up, and saw the look in his eyes, and realized it was worth it.I didn't want to give him pieces of my soul any more. I wanted to give him the whole thing.And I wanted his.I didn't say this. I said it.