I transplanted the trailer's air conditioner to my bedroom window and moved the demand water-heater to the house's plumbing too. I pretty well strippe... the trailer's kitchen to rebuild the house kitchen. The place needed re-wiring and re-plumbing but that could wait its turn. It all still worked. I bought a kitchen table with chairs, a bedroom set with a chest of drawers, a desk for the computer, a couch and some book shelves. I had it all delivered and installed because I didn't do furniture. "I let you wait a long time to figure out what I was to you. Now, you've gone and fucked me, okay? Now, you have to choose." But you're not a woman." He choked out a laugh at his words. "You're not an adult at all yet." Yeah, but you can't go to jail for this."He ran his hands down his face, thankful for the momentary reprieve from being in this moment."Don't think I don't know that. This wouldn't have happened when you were 15."She smirked. "I wanted it though. I really wanted you a year ago. She looked at me now, saw something in my face. ‘I’m sorry. I’m in a shit mood.’ ‘It’s okay. Really it is. I feel like shit too.’ Something made me not look away. Things unknown were breaking in my chest and my eyes began to sting. I didn’t know what was happening but I knew this: I cared for Kim and I wanted her to be happy. ‘Yeah why? You’ve got everything to live for.’ She smiled wryly. ‘Me? Are you kidding? I’m a fuckin mess Kim.’ She smiled and looked down. No! I don’t want this to be. With a slew of strokes of his cock with her lips and his thrusts into her mouth Lucy drew Matt over the edge along with them and he released into her mouth, flooding her tongue and lips with his warm semen. The three collapsed and spent a few moments recovering before Lucy went into the bathroom to shower. Matt went down to the kitchen to brew coffee. As they sat at the bar along the backside of the kitchen island in their robes drinking coffee, Paul’s phone rang. He glanced at the number,.