I did not know what to do at first. I was at a loss. I was no longer a virgin and there I sat under her and had no idea how to move. Then she began to...rock her body slowly on me. Her round muscle gripped me with a nice firm hold, but soft enough for me to feel her pussy lips slide along my hard shaft. Her ruffled lips felt like they were folding in on themselves as she gradually moved her body up and down. Her pussy was nice and slick and greased my erection slowly with each deepening. ‘Not good for your health. Here now, toss me a line so we can get rafted-up a bit closer.’ Goodwin tossed a line over and the old man pulled the two boats closer together, then he climbed over the lifelines and stepped into the other boat’s cockpit. Waves of cinnamon and fresh-baked bread swirled about in the air, and Goodwin felt himself growing acutely hungry as he scuttled under the low white awning and took a seat — just out of the sun. ‘Something certainly smells wonderful,’ he said, his. I called it a true fantasy and I guess it is. But I do understand how this might confuse you. How could a story be at once true and a fantasy? Which part was true and which was fantasy? And does it matter? Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. But yes, a fantasy it was, and true as well. Even though in 'reality' it never ended like the story did.I met Alicia on a chat site, and maybe that is as far as the truth goes. Because, you see, until today she and I never met. We were just two names typed on. That way each of you will have some money of your own to call on if you need it. How are the bills paid?”“No problem there. Money is taken out for the rent, the phone, the power, and the groceries before it goes into Mum’s bank account. She only gets what’s left. A social worker set that up some years back. She got a court order to do it, and Mum has hated her since. I like it as it means I don’t have to worry about the bills at all. Why do you want us to get hold of the money?”“I’ve no idea.