So in that way, yes. And I’ve never, ever stood in their way.”“Jenny says you pushed Melanie to fix things with Pete when they went wrong. Why n...t keep her for yourself?”“For the same reason I’m not fighting you. Pete and Melanie belong together. So do you and Jen.”“Wow. You really believe that?”“When I saw you two dance it kind of sealed the idea in my mind, yes.”“When we danced? Not when you watched us make love?”“I’ve seen girls who are basically straight do that. Can I ask a. Please….you have to stop. Please….” Tears started to roll down her cheeks as she looked at him pleadingly. “Please don’t…” He looked at her, his one hand stroking her cheek in sympathy. “I’m sorry Ms. Sonnie….but….” He slid his cock into her slowly, letting her feel each inch of him as he entered her. He could feel her pussy gripping his cock tightly…the warm wetness of her enveloping him. Her eyes widened in surprise as he pushed into her, her mouth opening and light gasp escaping. I then felt Aftab's hands move over to my hips, he teasingly pulled at each side of my black g-string, I could tell he wanted to pull it down, he must have been building up the courage, I arched my back even further, I couldn't have been in a more inviting position for the teenager, he knew that too, it was then that he began slowly peeling off my g-string, he pulled his head back slightly to watch as the g-string fell to the floor, the young boy just stopped and stared for a moment at my bare. .. and yes, of course that includes sex. I wanted one last final week of fun and frolicking to enjoy some love and belonging without worry, for the week before doomsday week. Some last final shopping, fine dining, beautician appointments, or anything that wasn't going to be either possible or practical once the shit hit the fan. I also wanted a weekend (at least) at the most expensive hotel in Houston, fucking in the biggest bed of the largest orgy suite that they had, and living upon endless.