She looked around. We were the only people on the porch and though in sight of others and therefore not alone, we were in effect alone. "Would you thi...k me terribly forward if that were so?" she asked."That would depend on your ultimate designs," I said smiling."Mr. Northam. I have no designs," she said."Ah, then you are the only single woman in the Americas who does not," I responded.She blushed, then asked, "Do you have so many women after you, Mr. Northam?" And their mothers."Rose laughed. Even if he did take full responsibility, marrying someone like Janet could never be a viable option. Kunkel men only married from within their own social strata. He'd been indoctrinated with this concept for all of his life.Mike truly cared for Janet. In some ways, if he were absolutely pressed to give an honest answer, he'd have admitted to actually loving her. Love is all well and good, but it didn't give one license to enter into a marriage with someone so far beneath one's own station in. "May I kiss you?" he asked."Please." I replied.He held me tight and began kissing, my arms were around his neck and my firm nipples against his chest. I felt my pussy dampen. I sat next to him, and for then next 20 minutes or so we hugged and made out, right on the sea wall. Then he looked into my eyes, and asked the question I was hoping he'd ask."Well, the night's still young, what would you like to do?"Without hesitation, I replied, "Fuck."Within minutes, we were in his Jeep, driving down. The world would stop existing as he flooded her with his seed. Enough would not be enough. Afterwards, she would wish to taste him. She would wish to taste herself on him. Only then would she be able to believe that they were once one. She knew that opportunity was ruined. Nevertheless, her thoughts left her dripping, her heart beating faster. Iona grew angry with her imagination. It had much better sex than any she had experienced. The images that crowded her mind quieted her. Because of her.