"We're OK this time," she said. "But I don't' think we should do that again." But it feels so good." he complained."I know," she said. "That's why we ...houldn't do it again."They went for the rest of the week satisfying themselves, in their own rooms, alone.Friday came and Crystal was ready to play. She'd heard one of her friends talking about the first time she had gone "all the way" and about how it had hurt when the boy popped her cherry. Crystal had listened carefully, but remembered her. I wished shecould just let her mind go blank when she got home. My work wasn'tthat demanding, so I was getting home as early as I could and thendoing everything I could to ease her through this stressful time. Running the household in effect. Even so, she heard sounds andhad to ask, couldn't let anything get by her. I suppose that'swhat made her so good at her work, why she'd been promoted whenothers were being let go, and why she was coming home exhausted. "Yours or mine?" "Ours," I. He slapped my ass hard, red palm-print hard, and proceeded to give me the pounding I wanted. “Oh, baby, I love you so much,” I trilled. Who doesn’t love a good mood swing while getting fucked? ---------------------------- Just like their occupants, the Keeps were not impenetrable. The safeguards did a better job of keeping the boys out than they did keeping the girls in. The girls were never punished for escaping, and while I never learned what kinds of punishments the boys got, I knew they. “Kim, what more can I do for you.” She hugged me, and pulled me toward the hallway. Kim was telling me her story – her husband left one day over a year ago and had not contacted her. His family does not know anything either. She is filing for divorce. Her son is in 2nd grade. And she has great neighbors for support.As we reached her bedroom, I saw that I had been gone from home for a while and had an important text. I told Kim I need to check back home. We exchanged contact info, and I took off.