Or trees. I’m not really sure what the view was of, with Rene sitting so near me. We tentatively broke the silence with what we were comfortable wit..., more questions. As I grew bolder I told her quite honestly that, though she had a boyfriend, I wanted her to cuddle up against me. For warmth, since there was only one blanket, that wouldn’t break any rules. And so I found myself wrapped around her, snuggling in the darkness. We moved on to sexual topics, growing bolder as the stars grew. Don, or Don Pellotti or, Don Giuseppe Pellotti, or, that Bastard, depending on who and in what context was referring to him, was, as I said, head of a small family that had its own independent business, the depth of which I never quite got to grips with. No one quite knows how he got his name. I knew for certain that his given name is Seamus O'Brien, that he had never been to Sicily or even Italy, that he had been born n the bowels of Chicago to Irish immigrant dock workers and that he spoke. “May I cum?”Angela's tits heaved. She let out a wordless moan, drowning in her pleasure.“My Queen!” My voice was hoarse. The orgasm seethed in me. I couldn't hold it back any longer. “Please, my Queen!”“You may cum!”The words triggered the detonation of rapture.My orgasm, denied for so long, consumed me. In an instant, ecstasy bathed my mind. Everything went black. Lights exploded across my vision as I spasmed and screamed. I drank it in, savoring the humming toy and my aching nipples. Rapture. I ran some cool water in the sink and splashed my face with it. I needed to sober up a bit and come back to reality. The thoughts of what had happened and what I wanted to happen swarmed my mind. I sat down on the edge of the tub and repeated to myself several time aloud, "no one knows, no one knows". Which was my biggest fears, that my family would find us out and then would dis-own both of us. I didn't want that to happen, but I wasn't ready to give up what I had just started with John. I.