They sit down on our leather couch. Alyssa comes in the room and we sit down next to them. "We're really sorry." He says. "We should've tried to under...tand your relationship. We've done research on it and now we feel more comfortable with it." Alyssa and I looked at each other with disbelief. "No really." Mom said. "We're happy for you guys." Alyssa smiled whenever mom said this. I started smiling too after I realized what she said. "Okay Mom I'm glad you guys are." I said. Alyssa was sitting. I’d have to write a book about what makes me love you, and you’d have to study it a year to come up with a spell that would cover it all.”“Love me?” Her voice was high.“I don’t know what else it could be,” he said, without flinching. “I mean I’ve never been in love. I know most grown-ups would say I don’t even know what love is. But if this isn’t love, then I don’t want to ever be in love. If this isn’t love, then being in love would take every minute of the day and leave room for nothing. “Bastard, I’ll fuck the living shit out of you.” Her fingernails dug into his pectoral muscles as she raised herself high up the walls of his shaft, then drove back down again, submerging as much of his column as she could in the hot flesh of her cunt. Perspiration was on his face and his breath quickened. Beneath her his groin responded instinctively to the urgent rhythm of her pussy, thrusting in time, and she loved it. For all his experience, she would show this self-satisfied prick what it. Karina positively purred in my ear, “I am going to soak your seats, Tom, my cunt is so wet already at the prospect of your cock inside me.”Just then Ellie and Sylvie came in and announced that dinner was served, and opened the double doors to the dining room, which was totally candlelit, beautifully decorated (by Charlotte) with gold platters and masses of cut-glass twinkling. The meal was a triumph, but once the main course had been eaten and cleared, Charlotte stood up and announced that.