I trust that you will indulge an old man and respond.It went on a bit, but that was all that might be relevant. "Have you read this?" I asked, holding...the yellowing sheet out to Billings."No. One of the men said there were files, but I hadn't looked at anything. Do you think it's important?" I don't know. It's old. But it's the only personal correspondence I've seen." I flipped through the sheets. "There's too much to read right now. Might I take the stuff with me?" I'd rather not. Especially. Right from the start of the relationship she had rules for what we could and couldn't do. Rule number one was nothing below the waist. She came from a religious family and told me after our first kiss that she was planning on staying a virgin until she was married and if I had a problem with that we wouldn't work out as a couple. I accepted that and we spent many months where our sex life consisted solely of kissing and me caressing her breasts, first over the top of her clothes and then. Softly, slowly I toy with it.I move my finger into it just a bit more and bring some of the moisture out and spread it over the outer lips. I feel your lips and tongue on the head of my cock. You don't take it into your mouth, but just play with it. I am getting very aroused, and don't want to go any farther myself, for the moment, so I reach down and gently pull you up to me. We lie together hugging and kissing deeply. I move my head down to your breast and slowly circle the nipple with my. Not that she thought it was weird, anyway. Why would she?Just as she was climbing into the small bed, there came a knock on the trapdoor."Come in," she said softly, not bothering to cover herself.Her mother ascended the stairs into the attic, smiling when she saw Kate. Then her father entered, closing the trapdoor behind him. He too, smiled at Kate."Look at you," said her mother. "Eighteen years, and all grown up."She extended her arms, and Kate walked into the embrace, feeling the nice, soft.