Her eyes never leaving his. His hands still on her hips. Her movements become quick now, she isn’t able to speak any more. The feeling of joy washin... over her. Her body reacting to everything they are doing. She manages to catch her breath a little and leans in close to his ear. She tells him in a soft whisper “ baby I am so close I hope you will cum with me.” Her hips move as fast as she can guide them and his hands help her body move a little faster. She feels the feeling start to take. Awhile later, when I assumed it was a "no-go," there was a knock on my door. I peeked through the door hole and there she was. Wrapped in a baby blue robe, she looked pretty cute. I opened the door and welcomed her in. (the robe surprised me, but in a nice way) I told her it was great to see her again. She responded with a "Hey, we're both oldsters, and we know why I'm here. How about a shower!?" I responded with a tug at the sash of her robe. The sash fell to the floor - the robe popped open -. “Are you propositioning me?” I asked, looking down, readying another talk of rejection.Holly, surprisingly, laughed. “Normally I might be, but I can hear your tone loud and clear.”“It’s nothing personal, I’m just not emotionally ready for a relationship.”“Plus you have a crush on someone else.” Holly remarked, looking at her nails.I raised my head to look at her. “How do you know…?”She rolled her eyes. “Only an idiot couldn’t know. Broken guys are really easy to sweep into relationships. Have. "Do come in, and I'll show you to the library, and alert the Lady to your arrival." He moved stiffly down the hall and swung open the double doors, inviting the man to make himself comfortable. Leaving one door ajar, Zechariah slowly made his way upstairs, casting a dubious eye on the doorway. ~ ~ ~ An overlong sette was pushed against a wall decorated with paintings of the former lords of the manor, and an especially large one of the recently departed Andrew Hoyt-Moore hung over the fireplace..