After a lunch of scrambled eggs and bacon, Jeff put on his swim suit and lay in the sun beside the pool. He felt completely relaxed and at peace. Funny, he'd been so damned uptight these past three months, and even before. Rhoda's leaving had turned his whole life upside down. Now he felt better than he had for a hell of a long time. He knew he was going to make it. It wasn't the end of the world just because his marriage blew. Hell, it was the beginning of a whole new world', one that promised to be much better than the old one.
Sally dozed in the sun, turning over from time to time and spreading her glistening flesh with suntan oil. Like himself, she seemed sated. He wondered what the hell was going on in her little mind. There were a million questions he'd like to ask her, like who'd been the first guy to take her cherry, or whether or not she'd had other men or just kids. She'd hinted that he hadn't been the first man. Who had?
None of your goddam business, Jeff Clausen, he told himself.
About four, they stirred and headed for the rumpus room for cold drinks. The sound of the front door opening made them turn.
Sally frowned and yelled, "Out here!"
A girl and a boy came into the room. The girl was smaller than Sally by an inch or two and not as well developed. Her hair was blonder and her eyes lighter, but the unmistakable resemblance in the „ faces told Jeff this was Sue, the twin.
The boy was tall and, lanky, gaunt faced and awkward. He said hi to Sally and looked at Jeff.
"This is Uncle Jeff, Sue. He got in from Frisco this morning.
"Hi." Her voice was low and slightly husky.
"Hello, Sue." Jeff turned to the boy and held out his hand. The boy looked, confused, then finally shook it.
"Turner Bukner," he mumbled.
"Glad to meet you, Turner," Jeff said, not glad at all but trying to pull off the meeting without embarrassment for any of them.
The boy mumbled something, then turned to Sue. "I gotta get home. See you tonight?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm busy."
"Tomorrow?"
She shrugged. "Call me."
Looking more confused than ever, the boy blushed and hurried from the room. Minutes later the sound of a car came in the driveway and faded quickly. He was gone.
Sally grinned at her sister. "What was that all about?"
She blushed. "Nothing, he's just-" She shot a sidelong glance at Jeff and he knew she was embarrassed to discuss her private affairs in front of him.
"Same old thing?" Sally asked.
Blushing even more furiously, Sue hurried from 'the room. Jeff heard her steps as she ran up the stairs, then the closing of a door. He looked at Sally.
"Something serious?"
She laughed. "No. Turner is a creep, all hands and no guts. He wants to play around with Sue and she won't let him. She's got some crazy kind of conscience or some dumb thing." Sally winked broadly. "Thank God we're not twins in that respect!"
Jeff had to laugh in spite of himself. He finished the drink he'd made for himself and then went up to shower and shave. The rest of tine family would be coming home soon, then dinner. He'd had enough sun for one day anyhow. His skin felt slightly hot and tight.
He found himself thinking about Sue while he showered. A virgin? More than likely, from Sally's remark about her conscience. How could two sisters, twins at that, be so different?
They were fraternal twins, not identical. Sue hadn't developed at the same rate as her sister, that was obvious. Smaller, less mature, yet on the verge of womanhood. Jeff had noticed the budding breasts under the sleek shirt, the widening hips tight in the shorts and the well curved legs. She would be a beauty when she was older, no doubt about it.
What would she look like without clothes?
Hey, man, cut it out. You sound like some kind of lecher. So you had a ball balling your niece but it was her idea, not yours, at least to start. This twin is shy and innocent. Forget it.
He tried, but he couldn't completely erase the thought from his mind. During dinner, at a plush restaurant in Beverly Hills, Jeff found his mind wandering from the conversation his sister tried to maintain. She come home from her afternoon date in a much better mood, pleased with herself, obviously. Jeff was convinced that Sally's remark about her mother having a lover was accurate. Edythe had the look of a woman satisfied in bed.
Larry had not put in an appearance, nor had the youngest daughter, Judy. Edythe offered the explanation that Judy was at camp, but she did not offer any for her husband's absence. She never mentioned him at all, and Jeff didn't ask. He had enough troubles of his own, and whatever was happening between her and Larry, it would never end in divorce. Edythe would put up with anything rather than give up her current life style.
Sally looked enchanting in dark jeans that clung to her curves like a lover's hand. Her blouse was tight enough to show she was braless, and Jeff couldn't keep his eyes off the delectable, bouncing, mammary flesh every time she moved.
In contrast, Sue looked childlike, a jacketed pantsuit covering her slight figure. She was quiet during the meal, answering questions that were directed at her but nothing more.
Edythe was getting bombed, drinking too many martinis before her dinner and too many brandies afterwards. By the tune Jeff drove them home in the big Mercedes, his sister was staggering. Sally grabbed her arm and helped her upstairs.
"Come on, mumsie, beddie-bye time." She sounded like a patient nurse talking to a child. She grinned at Jeff and left him standing in the hall with Sue.
"Your mother's wound up," Jeff said.
Sue pretended to accept the lie and went into the rumpus room, flopping into a big chair and staring out at the pool.
Jeff stood behind her. "You got problems, Sue?"
"Doesn't everyone?"
"Can I help?"
She looked up so suddenly he wondered if he'd said the wrong thing. Her face was pale in the dim light. They hadn't turned on a light in the room and the only illumination was the light that spilled in from the hall and the glow of the lit pool reflecting outside. Looking out the window, Jeff was dazzled by the view of the city below the hilltop. The day had been hazy enough so he hadn't noticed it this afternoon. Maybe he'd been too busy with other things. Now he walked to the glass and stared out.
"I don't mean to pry," he said, turning to look at Sue again. "I just thought you might need a shoulder to cry on or an ear to bend."
She twined her fingers in her lap and shook her head. "Thanks, but there's nothing anyone can do."
"Nothing?" His voice was soft.
She hesitated, then said, "Nothing." It sounded so helpless and so hopeless, it stirred something deep inside Jeff. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he didn't know how.
"Well," he said, "I've had a busy day. Think I'll turn in." It was well after midnight and he was tired.
"Goodnight, Uncle Jeff, and thanks anyway."
"Anytime, Sue. Goodnight."
Upstairs, undressed and in bed, he found he couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about the events of the day, and about Sally's eagerness and willingness in sex matters. More, he thought about his own enjoyment. Where did he go from here?
He found himself straining and listening to tiny sounds in the unfamiliar surroundings. Was he hoping for Sally to come to his room? Christ, no! Not with Edythe right down the hall and not knowing when Larry might walk in. No way.
Then there was a step, he was sure of it. He lifted his head and listened, tense. Nothing. Imagination, or someone passing the door. The house settled down to silence again… He turned over and blanked his mind, willing himself to sleep.
He wasn't sure how much later it was when he came awake with a start. Something had disturbed him. What? He sat up as he heard it again. There was someone in the hall outside his door, someone who had stopped and was listening as he was listening. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and padded softly to the door. He was sure he could hear someone breathing. He put his hand to the knob and turned, pulling the door inward quickly.
The girl jumped back, hand pressed to her mouth to stifle her cry of surprise. The hall was dark, and Jeff had only an impression of the long pale hair and the wide eyes.
"Sally?" He grabbed her arm and pulled her inside. Crazy kid!
He closed the door, and the girl huddled against the wall almost as though she were frightened.
"What the hell's the matter with you?" He broke off, suddenly aware of something wrong.
"It's not Sally, it's Sue," she whispered.
"My God!" It was his turn to be confused. He was suddenly aware of his nudity, even though the room was dark and he was sure the child couldn't discern his lack of clothes.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Jeff, I didn't mean to wake you. That is, I-" She buried her face in her hands and began to sob silently. He moved to her and touched her hair.
His whole body felt her warmth, and his pulse raced. He put his arms around her and held her close, petting her hair and stilling her sobs. His naked chest was wet with her tears.
"Come on, it can't be that bad. Come on and sit down." He led her to the bed and sat her on the edge of it. His arm was still about her and she seemed reluctant to let it go. Jeff was thankful for the darkness so she couldn't see his nudity or his confusion. He wanted to help the kid, and his desire to be a good listener was in fierce competition with his male needs. The girl was wearing a skimpy nightgown, one of those shortie things that barely covered her ass. He could feel her warm thigh, naked flesh, against his and it made him nervous and aroused desire.
"Tell me about it." He whispered very low, terrified that their voices or her sobs might carry to one of the other rooms along the hall. Christ, that was all he needed, to have his sister or her husband come in to find out what was the matter and catch him naked with the kid. He'd have one hell of a time explaining.
She sniffled, and he managed to reach to a box of tissues on the bedside table and pull one for her. She wiped her nose and eyes and lifted her head.
"Oh, Uncle Jeff, I'm so miserable!"
"It can't be that bad. Tell me about it."
She sat up, dropping her hand. One arm brushed over his genitals and Jeff felt like he'd been swept by a brushfire. He gritted his teeth and tightened his groin muscles against the threatening excitement.
Sue's body seemed to tremble and he heard her quick intake of breath. For a moment he thought she was going to pull away, but she didn't. "It's Turner, the boy you met this afternoon."
"What about him?" He wasn't sure he'd be able to advise anyone on matters of the heart.
"He-"
"Go on, Sue, tell me. You'll feel a lot better after you do. Besides, I can't give any advice until I know the problem."
She sighed. "He wants to do things I'm not sure I should let him do." Her voice was barely a flutter in the still room.
Jeff's heart pounded so loud he thought the sound filled the room. "What kind of things?" He couldn't forget what Sally had said about the young, eager lover boy who, wanted to play around.
She shivered and huddled her arms across her chest. In the very vague grayness from the windows, he could make out her form and a pale blur of her features. She seemed to be staring down at his body, but it might be his own imagination.
"He wants to touch me, you know-sex."
Jeff's breath was a tight coil in his chest. His sex organs were beginning to stir and there was nothing he could do to stop them. Did he want to?
The words seemed to stick in his throat and he had trouble getting them out. "That's pretty normal for a boy his age, I'd say."
"But I can't-"
Jeff slipped his arm around her body and squeezed her gently. "Look, I can't tell you what to do. Every girl has to make that decision for herself. Why don't you talk to your mother, or to Sally?"
"Mom's-" She shook her head. "I can't talk to her at all. And Sally says I'm a prude. She says let him do whatever he wants or else how the hell am I gonna find out anything."
Jeff smiled in the darkness. It sounded like Sally, and maybe the advice wasn't so bad after all. "You have to decide, Sue. You're going to give in to some guy some day. You get to do the choosing."
She moved slightly, and her hand was on his thigh. Her fingers felt like white-hot steel resting on his flesh. His leg muscles hardened and his penis jerked slightly as it began to come to life. He tightened his hold at her waist, moving his hand slowly and feeling the soft curve of her young tit.
"I think I'd rather learn from someone who knows what he's doing," Sue said in a hoarse whisper. "Turner fumbles so, it worries me that maybe it wouldn't be any fun when he does it."
"Does what?" Jeff was prodding, wanting to hear her talk. His excitement was growing steadily now and he didn't want to let her go.
"You know."
"Tell me."
"Oh, play around or maybe even go all the way."
The room was silent except for the pounding of Jeff's heart and the slight flutter of the child's breath. He was holding his own breath, unable to control the rising lust in his body. He moved his hand again and let it curl over the small mound of her breast. She didn't pull away.
"I don't think that would happen," he whispered. "Most of the time when two people meet in sex, they enjoy it pretty much, no matter how inexperienced they are." It wasn't true, of course, but it might be. It helped all to hell if one of them knew the score.
"I don't want it to be that way," she said. Her hand moved on his leg, and he couldn't control the shiver that filled him.
"What do you want?"
"I want it to be nice, sure, and very good."
"Where'd you get these ideas?" He felt like he had a raging fever. Her flesh was hot against his where she leaned against him and her hand on his leg was twitching in a steady tempo.
"I remember when Sally had her first time. One of the kids in her class. It was awful and she was really upset afterwards."
Sally hadn't mentioned that but it might help explain her sureness now, her ability to go after what she wanted. Sally was one youngster who got what she wanted now.
Sue looked up and Jeff saw the dark circles of her eyes in the pale light. "Sally says it's much better when you know how."
He sat staring at her, unable to pull away and unable to resist the temptations of her warm flesh. His hand cupped the small breast, stroked it lovingly, caught the nipple- between his fingers and rolled it slowly. Her mouth was open and she was breathing in shallow gasps. Jeff let his other hand move to her thigh. It was incredibly warm and smooth, like silk that had been lying in the sun for a long time. As his hand moved upward, the heat of her body spread out to meet him.
"Uncle Jeff-"
"Shhh, it's all right." His hand was between her thighs now, pressing at the thin film of nylon that covered her body, pulling it aside and reaching under it to find the warm nest of her pubic hair. She didn't pull away but she sat very still. He could still hear her breathing and it was getting faster. She wanted him to touch her, to teach her the things she wanted to learn, but she was terrified, he knew.
His hand was at her hairy crotch now, feeling, probing, pressing the warm mound of flesh. The hair felt sparse and soft, and her body was smooth under it. He searched for her labia, inserting his fingers between them very gently.
Her breath fluttered in a long sigh. "Ooohhh… "
He pulled her to him then, kissing her gently. Her hand tightened in a spasm on his thigh and he reached down to it and moved it to his stiffening prick. She fluttered again and he covered her mouth in a kiss, urging the hand around his stiff column of flesh. It was semihard, filling and pulsing under her touch, throbbing with need he could no longer control. He cupped his fist around hers and showed her how to pump at his tool to excite him more. The foreskin grew taut and she snaked it back to expose the head, arid for a moment her ringers slid over the satiny skin of the cockhead and smeared the tiny drop of preseminal fluid that had already formed there. She gasped, and her hand moved at him in steady rhythm.
He let go of her hand then and put his own hand back to her crotch, which was warm and slightly moist. The heat of her body welcomed his fingers as she shifted her legs slightly and let him between them. He bent close to her face, seeing her parted lips and her half-closed eyes. He kissed her again, this time parting her lips with his tongue and then caressing her tongue with his. The child trembled and her grip on his cock tightened and increased its speed.
"Ooohh, Uncle Jeff… "
"Ssshhh."
He forced her back so she was lying on the bed. He was sweating now, despite the cool air of the room, and his thighs were tight, his loins aching with lust. The child's slim young body was warm and pliant, waiting and wanting his. His finger found her clitoris and engaged it in erotic movement. He did not want to enter her with his finger, He wanted his cock to slide into that virgin territory, to be the first explorer in the new world.
Sue felt the warm shivers race through her body. They were brought on both by his touching her and her touching him. It was different, so very different! Turner had fumbled and pressed at her crotch, not knowing how to find her passionate spots, and she had pulled away from him quickly, afraid that she might become too roused by his play and not be able to stop the intercourse she knew he wanted. Turner had tried to press his own crotch to her, to let her feel the hardness growing under his jeans, and she had pulled away again, not willing to touch the flesh that might excite her beyond recall.
Now, she was, holding a penis, a long, hard cock that was filling her small hand and pressing out at her as hard as she pressed at it. It was warm and wonderful, not at all like she expected somehow, and far more wonderful. Not only that, he was touching her, expertly and surely, without fumbling. He knew just how to rouse her desires and make her want him. She'd learned the technical aspects of intercourse in her sex education classes at school, but she was unprepared for the hot, heady desire that rushed through her when Jeff tickled that small bit of woman flesh she knew was her clitoris. It was like being plugged into a light socket, tingling, hot and shocking! She knew beyond a doubt that she wanted him to insert his penis in her vagina, as the sex education teacher explained it. Or to slip his-dick into her cunt, as the kids she knew phrased it. She wanted him, and quite obviously, he wanted her.
Then he was kissing her again, his tongue delving into her mouth and searching for mutual heat, and finding it. One of his hands was massaging her breast, feeling its small curve and playing' with: the nipple that was now hard and jutting. His other hand was still between her legs, teasing along the folds of her labia minora until she thought she would go out of her mind.
His cock was a stiff rod in her fist, wet now with the secretions he was oozing. The curved cockhead felt incredibly smooth and warm under her fingers, and every time she snaked back on the tool, she could feel the loose layer of foreskin pull and stretch. He arched and shoved it into her copulating hand.
Then he released her mouth, holding his face only inches from hers. He whispered, "Do you want it?"
"Oh, yes, yes."
Jeff pulled up her short nightie, dropping it around her neck. He wanted to feel those hard young tits against him when he came down on her. He wanted the full warmth of her young body along his. He was panting hard now, his cock straining and threatening to burst. The thought of her hymen waiting to be broken was driving him out of his mind. He climbed over her.
He spread her legs, pulling her knees up slightly as he climbed between them. He wished it were lighter so he could watch what was about to take place, see his cock slip up into that virgin twat, but he didn't dare snap on a light. He'd content himself with feeling her…
He sat back, grabbing his prick and aiming it at her cunt. She whimpered slightly, and he smiled. She was hot too, just as hot as he was. How far had she and that kid Turner gone? Obviously far enough for her to know what she'd missed. Now she was begging Jeff for it.
There was no way he could stop now. He flicked his cock against her clitoris, stimulating the tiny bud to new thrilling passion. She was breathing hard now, in short bursts as though the air came from the depths of her lungs; Her head twisted from side to side, her long hair flopping.
He leaned forward, pushing gently with his dick and parting her folds of feminine flesh with his finger tips. She was very wet now, and he helped the cause along by dribbling some of his own pre-come juice on her and lathering it in.
"Ooohhh, Uncle Jefffff… "
"It's all right, baby, here it conies. Just relax and enjoy it. Try not to make too much noise… "
He pressed, spreading her with his cock, feeling the hot wet labia allow him entry, feeling the opening of her vagina, the tight small space that seemed too small for any man to enter. He could feel the stiffer tissue of her hymen, the virgin gate that had not yet been broken. His, all his.
"Easy, honey."
He peered down at her. Her eyes were wide with fear and need. Her head bobbed in quick assent. "Yes, do it, ohhh, do it, please!"
He entered her, pressing and forcing the hymen to rupture as his solid poker went through. He felt the tiny warm specks of blood smear along his driving cock. She covered her mouth with her hand and stifled a cry of pain and pleasure.
He was in her then, his cock sunk in the hot, hugging tunnel of her body, wrapped in the heat of her young lust. He was on fire, ready to explode.
He pulled her hand away from her mouth and covered her lips with his, gnawing at her and stabbing his tongue hard into her mouth to tell her his need. She answered, probing her tongue past his teeth and sucking up his saliva as though she were dying of thirst. He was humping her then, pushing and pulling his ramrod dick into the lovely pussy. It hugged him, the unstretched muscles firm and\ tight around his penis and pulling at his load.
She moaned, not knowing what to do with her hands, feeling his arms, his shoulders, then moving down along his torso in sensuous strokes. She was cupping his ass then, moving With him and holding him close. He was all the way in, and he'd never felt anything to equal it. She was even better than Sally. Tighter and hotter, if it was possible. Maybe it was the knowledge that she was a virgin. It turned him on.
He could feel the twin peaks of her little tits against his chest, rubbing into his hair and burning paths of fire along his flesh. His gut ached with readiness, and his prick was a throbbing, hot piston inside her. It didn't matter now that he had begun the intercourse wanting to please her. All that mattered now was his own release, the fire in his belly quenched. He was going to come.
"Jeez!"
"Ooooohhh, yyyeeesss, don't stop, God, don't stop!!!"
He had no intentions of stopping. His balls were aching with his need for her. His whole body trembled and pushed at each drive into her hot pussy. The pulse pounded in his temples, roaring inside his head and blotting out her cries.
The hot explosion shook him. It was like a dam bursting, only instead of water, hot semen spurted from his prick. The flood erupted violently, burning a trail through his body and into hers, filling her and gurgling as her little cunt overflowed and spilled back his load. He groaned and gnashed his teeth as the hot load ejaculated and drained him. The relief came from deep in his guts, from his balls, from his belly and from his cock. He felt as though the ridge around his cockhead was blistered by the heat.
Then he was aware of the child again. He'd been so fucking hot he hadn't been able to see beyond his own lust. Now he realized that she hadn't come yet, that she was still thrashing and struggling with her first orgasm. He grinned and kept pumping into her, giving her all she needed. His cock was still hard and eager in her pussy, and now it was bathed in hot semen stirred in her cunt juice. He leaned closer, forcing his cock to press hard against her clitoris as he fucked her. He knew that she would finally grow wild enough to bridge the huge gap between childhood and womanhood, and the bridge would be her own orgasm. She would find a woman's joy in her child's body.
"Oh!" Her body tensed, her hips rose.
Jeff knew she was almost there.
"Let it come, baby, let it come," he whispered at her ear. He was on his elbows now, his body close against hers, his cock scraping into the baby pussy and hitting her trigger with every stroke. She was gasping for breath, and he could feel the warm air rush past his ear. She had pulled her legs up and slid them around him now, her heels drumming against his ass as he humped into her furiously. Her thighs were smooth and tight around his body, and her hands were clawing at his back. He could feel the sting of pain as they raked his flesh.
"I-" She thrashed, twisting and squirming harder against him, forcing her orgasm to explode at last.
"Come, baby, come."
Her body heaved and sank, and Jeff felt the hot rush of her love juice rewarm his cock. The kid grunted, straining hard, forcing herself to him and demanding her satisfaction. Her body arched, then fell as she was released from the grip of the mighty pleasure. Whimpering, she finally lay still and let him finish her off.
He kept screwing her for a long time, knowing that she would find pleasure in the act even after her climax. He was ending her first fulfillment slowly, letting her savor the new delights she had discovered.
Slowly, he stopped and lay atop her, supporting Ms weight just enough so he wouldn't hurt her. It felt good to have her sum young body under his, their pubic hair matted together by their mutual pleasure, their bodies slick with perspiration from a job well done. She ran her fingers along his neck.
"Oh, God, Uncle Jeff, that was good, so good."
"Did you come?" He knew she had but he wanted her to talk about it, to find enjoyment in complete honesty with herself.
"Yes, oh, God, yes! It was wonderful. I knew it would be good but this was super, really great." She sounded young and childlike again, as though she might be talking about a movie she'd seen or a record she'd played.
It made him smile, and he kissed the lobe of her ear, then nibbled it gently.
"You're not sorry about Turner?"
She laughed and smothered the sound with her hand. "That boob! He never would have done that, you know he wouldn't!"
Jeff laughed. He knew it only too well. The kid would have shot off his wad and been finished, drained all at once and unable to think of the girl's pleasure. She would have wound up frustrated more than she had been by denying her body the pleasure of sex. He kissed her ear again.
"You'd better go clean yourself up and get back to bed. If anyone catches you in here-"
He rolled off her, pulling his cock out and being sorry at once that he had. Denied the warmth of her twat, his cock began to shrink immediately. He sighed and flopped onto his back, patting her flat belly.
She leaned over him, her small, scant handful of tits brushing at his chest. "Uncle Jeff, have you fucked Sally?"
What the hell made her ask that? He peered at her in the deep gloom but couldn't read the expression on her face. His mouth was dry.
"That's a dumb question."
"Did you?" She ran her fingers along the line of his jaw, then bent and kissed his lips lightly.
"Why don't you ask her?" he said. Christ, he couldn't talk about one twin with the other. Suppose they started discussing him and someone overheard?! He pushed her away gently. "You'd better get back into your own bed, kitten. Lesson's over for tonight."
"Can I have more, lessons I mean?"
"I-"
"Please, Uncle Jeff?" She kissed him again and he knew he'd never be able to refuse her-or resist her! God, it had been good!
"We'll see. Now get, and be sure to clean yourself up."
She giggled and jumped out of bed. "I'm all sticky and wet down there."
"Use my bathroom." He got up and snapped the bathroom light on and watched her run in. His semen was thick along her thighs. Her shapely youthful body was clearly outlined under the thin gown. He forced himself to close the door behind her. If he kept watching, he'd want her again.
He groped for a cigarette and lit it, standing near the window and looking out at the dark yard. Jeez, how his He had changed in the past twenty-four hours! He thought about how scared he'd been after that little incident with Sally in the pool. God, he'd been shaking all over. Now he'd just seduced her twin sister and he felt nothing but complete satisfaction.
What the hell was happening to him?
The bathroom door opened and the girl came out, looking about to spot him before she snapped off the light and crossed to him. As she stood framed in the doorway, he'd felt a pang at the sight of her slim hips, rounded nicely over firm thighs, her half-formed tits that showed promise of fullness as she developed more, and the narrow waist. She was a lovely creature, one that would excite plenty of men during her lifetime.
He'd been the first. She'd come to him a virgin, wanting to learn, and he'd taught her well.
She came to the window and pressed against him. He slipped his arms around her and held her close. Her hair was warm and sweet smelling in his nostrils and her-hands were hot on his naked flesh.
"Thank you, Uncle Jeff. I-It was wonderful. I still feel tingling all over. I never dreamed. It would be so super. I'm glad I didn't let Turner do it."
He stroked her ass, slipping his hand under the short gown so he could feel her smooth skin. "I'm glad too, baby." He kissed her lips, then turned her to the door. He opened it, listened a couple of seconds, then drew the door wide so she could slip out He waited until she went into her dark room and the door closed behind her.
Sighing, he went into the bathroom and washed up. He was bone tired. He'd sleep now.