It had created a romantic atmosphere almost immediately, and whether intentional or not, it made her house all the more cozier."Actually, that's reall... nice.", I said noticing that she was, if it was possible, even more beautiful than ever.She smiled once more, and sat down with me at the table. As we ate, we talked freely; about her studies, her goals, me complimenting her food, and her complimenting how well I cleaned up."Blue really suits you, and you came dressed so nicely I almost feel. “Yes.” Just then Fern came back in without knocking probably hoping to catch us in the act.“The little ones are in the lounge with some sandwiches watching TV. Come on” and she threw towels at us and pushed us out and down the hall. She had a stack of sandwiches out on the Kitchen Island with sodas and sure enough the kids were in the lounge still wrapped in towels watching the TV. The island only had enough room for three stools and I sat in the middle of the two girls. While we ate Fern and. I was conscious of it hard, needful. She slowly retreated, her tongue and her kisses and her breath teasing me every millimetre of the way down, down, down to my hairs. She slid back down the bed, off me; her gentle hands parted me. She knelt in between. She kissed my knees, trailed her tongue higher and higher. Oh God she was nearly there. Please don’t stop Sami. I will die of you stop. I felt her breath as she blew on my heated clit. My hips rose and tried to find her lips. She blew on it. Dozing off, feeling my legs tired, the eyelids heavy. The peace. The drunkenness of orgasm," she quoted."Some people feel depressed." Post-coitus." Don't you ever?" I asked."Sometimes. Not when I let myself go." Do you?" With you? I do." Only with me?" I asked."It's none of your business." No, it isn't."I waited, almost falling asleep again."Do you feel depressed?" she asked me."Sometimes. After one-night stands. Started when I was in college, a sophomore or so. Sex had become usual, and it was.