I am a writer. I perambulate back and forth in search of marvellous inspiration.’ ‘You wander well, sir.’ ‘Are you teasing me?’ ‘Forgive m... sass, Mr Mintosh. I’m sorry that I reached a little above my master’s chickens for a moment.’ ‘Sweet dreams are made of such moments, and…’ ‘Yes?’ She looked up at him once more, curious as to what words hung in his mouth. ‘…Regret is a very strong word.’ ‘It is.’ ‘Chosen as such I don’t doubt, but I shall think of it as wistfulness since I want no regret. "Are you okay?" you ask softly. "Yes, just a little startled, scared and excited all at the same time." You hold my face and give me another kiss in a way to let me know everything will be fine. You hold my hand and and we walk out to your car. You open the door for me to get in and you walk around and get in. We have a normal conversation about our day as you drive. You reach over and rub on the inside of my leg. Before long you are pulling up in front of a house. You get out and walk around. Frustratingly, for her, I would climax as she was starting to feel something. Then it would be weeks of wanking together, like girlfriends, not lovers. At one point she had introduced me to the joys of having my prostate massaged. She would frig me, and I would jerk my cock, either on my back or on my front, which always resulted with cum on my belly or in her hand, and then she would smear it over my freshly abused hole. Then dildos, in which she would fuck me, and then have me ride her dildo,. Liz was loving the feeling of the deep vibrations, but she was far from her second orgasm, when suddenly a loud scream caught her attention. "OHHHFUCK!! Oh God Tom I'm cumming! I'm cumming so hard! Please please make me cum! Ohhh!" Anne screamed loudly. Liz watched in amazement as her little sister lost her mind to her lust. Anne bucked and squirmed, writhed and twisted in rapturous delight as Tom's cock sent her over the edge of reason. She slapped the bed and grabbed huge handfuls of the.