"My parents are home right now, and if we- I mean, if you- um..." she trailed off, a little lamely. "We can't get caught!" she hissed, trying to cover...her rising sense of panic.He chuckled. How delicious. Now the shoe's on the other foot. Is this the same Heather Morgan who demanded I fuck her on the hood of her car in a school parking lot where any and every passer-by could see us?He strutted towards her, his surging confidence contrasting with her unusual nervousness.But before he reached. I let go of her body and she instinctively reached up to caress her own breasts. She began squirming as her pussy ached for more attention. She was eagerly pulling, pinching, and twirling both nipples; she then fell back onto the pillows, offering me her pussy. I kissed my way down her tummy, which quivered as waves of pleasure raced through her tits and pussy. She was squirming, her pussy aching for something to replace the fingers that had been fucking it. I slurped at the spilled wine on her. " I stood there long after she had left, mulling over her words. I had heard of the Florence Nightingale effect, of nurses who fall in love with patients and never put much stock in it. But Amber was right, I was in love with Henry. I slipped into Henry's room and saw he was awake and watching tv. "I hoped I'd see you Tamara." he said, his face beaming. This amazing young man, facing his own mortality still managed to smile. I walked over to his bed and lowered it. "Am I going somewhere?" he. I didn’t want to go too far, or too fast and I too was at a lost for words, but as her gaze turned back to me, and she turned to face me, she said, “That was nice, I hope you can stay a little while.” It was nice, and I knew she was interested in more than just the ride home; I felt she was giving me permission but I continued to think, “Should I really be here.” I decided to do it and taking her hand, I looked at her and said, “Ashley, you’re really pretty and ... ,” but before I could.