Carefully I moved her arms up and lifted her head to pull her nightie away. Finally there she was, with only me to see her perfect naked body. Just th... way I liked it.I was stood over her, my cock jumping around in my boxers. I pulled them down, letting my manhood free. I climbed onto her bed and carefully entered her pussy. My stroking had made her ‘love-lips’ very wet and her pubic hair was damp. I moved forward into her several times then pulled out. I turned her over trying not to wake her. I smiled and winked back as I leapt up and retrieved my book. That night, as I turned off the light and crawled into bed, I scanned the house again. My parents were sleeping soundly. My brother was the same. Juliet was somewhat asleep, half sleeping half dreaming. She dreamt of home, France. I smiled at her memories and her dreams. Finally I switched to my sisters. I found the Twins and smiled. They were sitting up talking about nothing. Katy was still thinking of our kiss and my hard on,. .LOST LOVE'S LAMENTATIONShe wore roses where the nipplesOf her breasts should be, and flowersFloated in her hair, and there were chocolatesStored down there, among the petalsOf her soft, pink femininity, waiting to blossom,Just for me, back then, when I was youngAnd had not seen the blooms that menOffer upon upright stems, and I wanted herTo love me, to flower, just for me, once,Upon a time, way back. . . then. . . . HEDONISTIC GIRLWe seek ourselves in metaphors,Never knowing who or what we. Over the following few days, I kept an eye out for him, hopeful that I would see him pass by my house. Fortuitously, a few days later, I saw him pass by.Coffee in hand, I made sure that I was close to my gate as he made his return journey from our small store in the village. Acting surprised as I saw him, I was pleased when he walked up to my gate. As casually as I could, I then joined him. After again thanking me for dinner a few days before, we continued our conversation.“As you no doubt.