When I enter the kitchen, Ethan is there in a white t-shirt and pajama pants, his back to me, making coffee. “Morning,” Ethan chimes in a friendl... tone, glancing over his shoulder. “What’s up? Can you make me some of that?” I ask, and by the tone of my voice, caffeine should be a given. “Just started some.” He turns and leans against the counter with a smile. I give back a half smile and reach into the fridge. I chug down water and glimpse at him crossing his arms. He seems oddly cheerful. I dug my fingers in the dirt, reveling in the wholeness I felt, both physically and in my soul. He set an easy pace, knowing there was no need to hurry. ‘I fucking love you. I fucking love you…’ I felt the earth move beneath me as we connected physically, passionately. No words needed to be spoken, we used our bodies to convey the emotions we couldn’t speak, ebbing and flowing against each other. Forgetting the world. Forgetting ourselves. ‘Please, Shane.’ He began to prolong his strokes,. My pussy was wet. This startled me and I jerked my hands back.She asked me what was wrong, I replied nothing. She laughed and told me it was ok, there was nothing to be ashamed of.She took my face into her hands and kissed me softly.I felt my body quiver with delight. The kiss became deeper and she plunged her tongue into my mouth. Her tongue was soft, warm and inviting. I could feel the heat spread from my nipples to my by now very wet pussy.I let my hands roam over her very voluptuous ass. It. It was very obvious he was flirting and I was flattered.About half way home, he made a wrong turn. Thinking he had made a mistake, I said something but then he turned in to a parking garage, used his pass and we parked.He reached over, touching my hand. I immediately reacted by leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.We began to kiss very passionately, with one thing leading to another, him playing with my tiny breast, then unzipping my jeans, running his hand down and fingering me.When he.