Sigrid was crying on the other end of the line. I tried to console her by saying that she wasn't a whore and that there was nothing wrong with having ...un to try and catch up with what she missed for such a long time. I also told her that her sister was an unreasonable, inhibited cow. She’s just jealous, I told her. We continued talking for a while, when suddenly I heard in the background: “Hey, are you calling to your young buck, you slut?” Sigrid started weeping again and I said I would come. His massive cock throbbed against my rubbing hand.Bob whispered “Let’s take this inside and get comfortable!”I moaned with pleasure and nodded.We got out of the car and walked into Bob’s kitchen.Bob grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and a bucket of ice. Picking up two glasses he said“Follow me!”He walked me through the lounge then up a half flight of stairs to a mezzanine level. Opening the door he led me into his opulent bachelor bedroom. One wall was floor to ceiling mirrored wardrobes. "We'll catch a lot of grief about it. Of course there's always the luxury of the hotel." True, and it'll be hard to give that up." Can you call the B&B?" After I get back to the office." Then let's do it." He grinned, that smile she'd fallen in love with. "You're right. This is about us, not the rest of the family."She had the number in her purse, and when she got back to the building she called and made the reservations. Her parents were going to be upset, but that was too bad. Her mother. An air of easy distraction. Her eyes would wander away with her thoughts. She was fairly sure that Emma had never been in love before, and it had always been clear that, despite the passion of their lovemaking, she’d never been in love with Harriett. Emma spent many nights each week with a teacher called Dorothy who lived a very long way away. But from her conversation it was pretty clear that it wasn’t Dorothy who Emma loved. In fact, it seemed like a relationship that Emma was either already.