“That’s not what I was saying,” she laughs, “you didn’t let me finish. I was just about to say that I want you to make yourself comfortable ...nd that I won’t be but a few minutes.” “Well thanks but I really need to go and take one too…” I say but now she’s the one interrupting me. “Sure you do. Let me go first and while you take yours I’ll put your clothes in the wash. I’ve got a robe you can wear until they’re dry. How does that sound?” she asks, her smile beaming once again. Right now, in. Sure, Emma Graham didn't see Luke Brown in the way she used to. He was no longer her Prince Charming, but he was pretty damn close...As they strolled around the reservoir together, she thought through their relationship, and how many times they may have walked in this exact place, looking as cute, if not much more so than they looked at that exact moment."Hey Emma?" Mhmm..." she murmured, looking up at him, with that look of love that he had been praying would be returned to him for a long. Father told me she was a member of the United States Army as a nurse, but was killed about a year after I was born. As Father was a British citizen, he took me there and raised me. Upon my 'graduation' from homeschool last December, I decided that I ought to spend some time experiencing the American side of my heritage. I originally envisioned it as an extended vacation, but after a month or so here, I received word of Father's… accident. He had no next of kin, no parents or siblings, so. I used to be jealous sometimes knowing she was inside in bed with her husband and I was in the sleep out knowing he could be fucking her instead of me.Over time though I started thinking about wanting to see them fucking and wondered what they did when they were together. (I even listened out their window a few times to see to see if I could hear them fucking) They ended up moving into her father’s house for a while as he was very ill (he died not long after) and I stayed on house sitting for.