" Grace giggled again.Jane started to chuckle and Grace joined her, laughing even louder. Jane felt relieved that Grace took this encounter so lightly...After Grace left her room, Jane overheard laughter from the master bedroom. She tiptoed and stood at the door of the master bedroom, listening in. She heard Grace shouting, "Fuck me Mat. Gawd ... I'm wet and ready. Put that big fat cock inside me now." Oh yes ... That's it ... Fill me up!" Grace uttered in sexual desperation."I'm going to give it. ” I rolled my eyes while she stroked her lip thoughtfully with one gloved finger. “Your changes will have far more reaching consequences than you can imagine. You have improved the lives for many – but possibly at the risk of death for all.” I winced, and she nodded distractedly. “Not your intention, I assumed.”She examined me again intently. “Then let me just say this one thing, without mystery or enigma; misunderstandings must be avoided. You should know how very reluctant I am to act so. It is evident that you are very much a PRUDE!’ ‘I’m not a prude. I believe a woman needs to behave with propriety and decorum. Whilst I’m opposed to overtly sexual displays, I’m not overly modest,’ Denise protested. ‘Because of your expressed attitudes regarding sex, I cannot believe you are truly a Jamaican woman. In fact, it’s my belief that you’re actually a transplanted English prude,’ Will countered. It took a moment before she explained, ‘In a way I am English. I know it’s an oddity, but. There were a number of cars parked in front of the house, so the only place we could find was down the street. I wasn't about to barge in through the front door, but the basement door let us in and we could go up to the back of the house.We crept as quiet as mice, closing the hall door to the rooms and then the door to Scott's bedroom. Once there the clothes began coming off.Now I'm told that most couples make love with the lights off. We turned them on full bright, though we put a bathrobe.