“But why are you here?”Sandrine knew the man understood why she was there.“Henry is my son, is he not?”“No!”Sandrine took a step forward.�...�You would deny it, sir?”Henry interrupted his stare at Sandrine and turned to his father.“Father? Is this true? How—”Henry’s father made a comforting noise and put his arm around the boy’s shoulders. Sandrine saw pain the father’s eyes but he was not immediately hostile.“You will excuse my son, please. Perhaps we could continue this conversation in a day or. We lay on the bed talking and I asked her if she had been uncomfortable with me fingering her arse. She told me that at first she thought it was a bit dirty but she realised that it was giving her pleasure. We discussed anal sex and she agreed to try as long as I promised to stop if she was hurting or unhappy with it. Wow, a 48 yr old anal virgin I thought! This is gonna be tight!! My finger had been squeezed when it was inside her arse, my cock might get hurt here!She rubbed and stroked my. ”While he’d overheard her name earlier, they hadn’t actually introduced themselves. “I’m Corec.” He left off his family name, as he always did. His family preferred not to be associated with him these days.The animals finished drinking and they led them back to the clearing, this time silently. Corec had never had a problem talking to tavern whores, but he was having trouble thinking of things to say to this girl. Was it because she wasn’t a tavern whore? Or was it because he was planning to. Miranda could see Chase sitting in his car, pulled up alongside him, and rolled down her window. She had tears in her eyes. He told her to follow him around back; he had a room on the backside so that no one would see her car back there.They drove around, Chase parked in front of the room he’d already rented. Miranda pulled up beside his car and turned off her engine. Chase got out of his car, but Miranda just kept sitting in hers. He could see tears streaming down her pretty face as he went.