I close the distance Between us and slam my mouth to hers. Her lips part and our tongues collide in a shower of sparks. "Fuck," she murmurs against my...lips. I fumble back and slam the door shut behind us. She yanks at my shirt, pulling it up my body and over my head. While I reach for her shirt, ripping it up over her bra. My hands find her pert little A-cup tits, and I give them a gentle squeeze. She whines at my touch, and throws her head back. Encouraged by her moans, I unclasp her bra and. Marilyn came back with a cafetiere of freshly brewed coffee, cups, saucers, milk, sugar and a plate of shortbread biscuits. She poured the coffee and passed the cup over to me, then sat down on the side of the table adjacent to me. She raised her cup and looked at me over the rim."I can't really believe that we have met again. How many years is it? It must be getting on for twenty." Nineteen." I answered. "It was nineteen fifty-seven." Fancy, you remembered that but you didn't remember to write. That was when the dam burst for Lottë, a silent torrent of tears. Robin felt her trembling and gently stroked her hair.At last Lottë pushed back and searched for a tissue. Robin handed her his handkerchief from his breast pocket. She wiped her face and dabbed at the remaining tears in her eyes."Oh darling," she whispered. "My darling Uncle Rob. He heard me and answered my prayers. I was terrified I was going to lose you."Her cheek went against his again. "I love you so much," she went on.. I opened my eyes to find Emily beside me. Somehow she had made space beside my seat, and put the seat back to form the bed that all business class seats now make. She kissed me, and my mind was drawn into her mouth, lips, tongue, sucking on mine as her hands stroked my chest and undid my shirt and belt. I started to ask her something, but she put a finger to my mouth and whispered “Shhhh….”, and her slim cool hand slipped into my boxers to grasp my rapidly stiffening penis. Her fingers stroked.