.unless it bothers you, of course." No. It doesn't bother me at all. I actually think it's beautiful." Carol replied.I wrapped my arm around her shoul...ers, and we made way to our place, sweaty, tired, but surprisingly, still full of energy that we could not explain. Finally we arrived and decided that after this eye-opener, there was no problem in using the deck space to shower together.We washed in blessed silence, a relief after the senseless thumping that k**s call music nowadays. Although. She needed to get home. She needed to get home, to me, and be fucked in that universe-altering manner to which she had become swiftly and thoroughly accustomed. We had been together more than five years now. Enough, she would have thought, for her to have gotten control of this voracious, insistent need for me. Apparently she was wrong. No matter how much sex we had, how many orgasms, how many places and positions and toys -- and, it seemed, no matter what we did, on occasion, with other people. Betrayed by Aunt Suzy?! I don't believe it! And after I restrained myself so much, at her request!"I ... was thinking that," Susan replied sheepishly, "but I couldn't think of any other suitable punishment. It's always worked in the past." In fact, she was bad at giving out punishments because she so rarely had to. Katherine and Alan had always been model children, more out of an attempt to win more of her love and affection than out of fear of punishment. The number of times Susan had been. Later that evening, I brought Dawne to an earlier than usual oral climax, and then told her I had some work to do. She dreamily extracted a drawn-out french kiss before I could depart. I washed my face and body before silently leaving by the back door. Without a key, I was forced to knock and wait at my own apartment door. If no one was here, I could always pay a visit to by history teacher down the hall.I heard a rustle of clothing and the door opened a crack. Then she was in my arms. I.