I can not, in all honesty, say what we ate, or what it was like; I was far too aware of Grace, wondering how I could have thought her face too thin. O...r stomachs pacified, we carried on walking. We found ourselves on the 'Rampart' looking out to sea. We found a bench-seat; somehow, without speaking, I found we were seated with Grace tucked under my left arm, snuggling in against me."Would you like to talk some more now, or rather wait until the morning?" I kept my tone neutral as far as I. Like what I asked, she began to list out all the the things she wanted me to do to her.First I want you to fuck my throat while you whip my little cunt, then I want you to stick your base ball bat in me and listen to me scream I want to cry for your pleasure Daddy. Then I want you to use my ass hole as hard as you can and then beat my ass untill its bright red for your plesure Daddy. I said no..... I can't hurt you the way you want me to. Then she went ballistic. She took the full force of her. ” She kissed me, a sleepy, relaxed kiss that went on and on as she rocked on my cock. It was so nice. I lay there, kissing and fondling her, but not thrusting at her. I felt her rise toward her summit and tip quietly over the edge with a blissful moan into my mouth. She didn’t stop her little up and down movements, nor her kisses and in a few minutes was rewarded with the fruit of her labor flooding into and then out of her pussy.I sighed, feeling clean and purged.Wendy came back into the room. We were serious. We looked deep into our eyes and fell in love right there on that bench. Two weeks later, I moved from my Venice condo into her Burbank apartment. Sex was not new to either of us, but the feeling we shared together was indeed different. It was unbelievable. We were both open and free with our bodies and our desires. It was not uncommon for me to casually come behind her while she brushed her teeth and enter her, hold her and watch her in the mirror as the tedious task turned.