”“Maybe I should take him off your hands.” I chuckled.Cathy laughed, “You’d soon be frustrated with him, get past the sex and he’s hopeles... – believe me!”“Well, he must be good at that or you’d not have let him move in with you. You should be a good friend and give me the benefit of your experience, especially as you have taught him how to treat people in this house.”“You little slut! He’s still in my bed and you are eying the opportunity.”I laughed, “Cathy, I’ve used your car, your washing. ”“You know?”“We know, but we promised Mistress Sabrina that we would help keep his secret.”“He’s a good man, and can use all the help he can get. Have you met his son, Michael?”“He has a son? I didn’t know he’s married.”“Jane, his wife was killed when Michael was four. Eric, or Tom, was in the Marines and had to come home to care for his son. In uptime, he owned a gun shop on this side of the Cooper River.”“How’s she killed?” asked Janice.Trying to explain things in downtimer terms, Grant said,. " She said, pointing at the tent in my trousers."I can't help it. Its your fault." Really? Show me how." She said.I couldn't help it, I wanted this woman, bad.Pulling her closer, I kissed her, and took in the taste of her lips, on mine, and quickly pushed my tongue into her mouth. While doing this, my hands roamed her body, and began to feel that hot body of hers.She seemed to get more turned on, as I slipped my hand into the back of her dress and quickly undid her bra hooks, to which she made. Every other sexual experience was completely forgotten as this new lover pressed his strong body against her deliciously-naked flesh, his hands moving down over her hips and goosing into the wiggly crack between her soft asscheeks. Yes! Yes! she panted, winding her arms around his body, pulling his masculine hard- ness against her nakedly writhing body. Panting with lust, the man suddenly heaved himself on top of her, trapping his thickly- throbbing cock between their hot, bare bellies. .