Scent filled the air, light and delicate, floral; Cassie's perfume still lingering from last night. I held her. She was curled up like a child, asleep... her breathing only detectable by the movement of her back. I was spooning her, my knees curled up, my groin nestled against her firm bottom. With one arm under her neck and the other over her waist she felt small and intensely female in my arms. She felt delicate and she smelled so damn good.I'd found paradise. The minutes ticked by. Her bare. I loved to watch her bending over to extract her always tempting thongs from the bottom drawer because she showed me her neatly shaved slit every time.It was really too early in the day for that sort of fooling around and besides we were both tired from the festivities of the night before when she proved to me that she was able to stretch wide enough for all four fingers of one of my devious hands squeezed tightly together to make entry into her delicious rump. She was becoming a bit looser. " Let's hope so. Well, be that as it may, at least we can spend thisHalloween together and worry about the rest of our lives later." Yeah."Suddenly, I felt apprehension flood over me. The watershed, the precisepoint in time when the madness had started, was at hand right now. Whenwe had gotten to this moment, my coffee had turned into tea withoutwarning or explanation, and then Kate had mentioned the roleplayingHalloween party. Everything before that had been normal, most thingsafter that had. Let's go to lunch and we'll chat about what to do next."We repaired to a local pub. Good food, good beer, and set out with booths that would allow us a degree of privacy."I'm not letting the bitch get away with this Milla. I don't give a flying fiddlers fuck about keeping up appearances or anything else. I am going to fuck her life big style." I opened."Whilst I sympathise with the general thrust of your sentiment, old son, I rather think it might be somewhat counterproductive vis-à-vis the old.