’He said it with all the sincerity of his over six hundred years. She sagged against his chest and made a soft mewling sound, to express relief and ...oy. Her arms snaked out from around the cushion and she held him tight. Like pieces of a puzzle all falling into place or a light in a window where none had shone for so long, they silently held each other for a long, long time. The sun bathed the room in gold, then in amber and finally in fire. When the room was lit only by three candelabra, she. I heard her moan, “More.” I could only oblige. ********************** My parents walked into the house exactly six hours after Amanda’s and my little romp in the shower. I’m still sure her nails went a good two inches my back, since then I have periodically excused myself and checked to see if there was any blood on the back of my shirt…still nothing. My dad was the first to walk into the house with his arms filled with stuff from the store that he likes. “I hope you two are decent.” He. I really know this is fucking wrong. But God you're beautiful," I said.She blushed.She spread her legs. I wasn't sure what she was implying. I finally spoke."I don't have protection. I don't use it," I finally said."I'm not asking you to," she finally spoke.Fucking God. I was going to do this. With a girl this age. Bare. Feeling her pussy against my throbbing hard dick. Feeling her pubic hair. Knowing what I was going to do. And I couldn't stop. I knew how fucking wrong it was.I moved down. . Oh God, had she really thought that?She was unbelievably aroused—and alarmed. At home she masturbated frantically almost every day for a week, and pleased her surprised husband by jumping him on a couple of days as soon as he walked in the door. She planned to buy a vibrator the next time she could get to a sex-toy store safely out of town somewhere.After ten days or so she started to relax again, as the wild fantasies eased their grip on her a bit. Except for Tom Bjornsen. She knew him.