Her mouth hung partly open. Her magnificent breasts, nipples rigid, bobbed and jiggled delightfully. ‘Matt! Oh, Matt!!’ Mary crooned, clutching at... his arms as he lunged against her, shoving his erection deep into her, thrilling her. ‘I’m…I’m coming! Agghh! Ahh! I’m coming! Yes! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! Oh!’ ‘Yeah! Oh, Mary! Yeah!’ Matt cried, his moans echoing in the kitchen, mingling with Mary’s. He dug his fingers into her taut bottom and continued to ram into her powerfully when his fluids bubbled. The first time – sweet Merlin – the first time he had actually touched her with purpose, with meaning; hesitant hand sliding over the soft bare skin of her arm where she was chopping vegetables until she had shifted just so and the backs of his fingers hand teased along the edge of her breasts, their bodies blocking the touch from view as they chatted easily with one another, both of them trying their best to pretend that everything was normal.It had been the sweetest most frightening torture. Either we are both guilty of killing them, or neither of us are. Which way will it be?" I held my breath, waiting to see how she would go. I figured she would do just about anything to keep me from being the guilty party. Even I hoped, to giving up her own guilt, just to save me from mine. I knew I had won when she gave me a brilliant smile that lit up the whole room. I hadn't seen one of those in a very long time."Ok, you win! Neither of us is responsible. Do you know how much I love you?" She. The shower had merely been two warriors cleaning up. That the seventeen-year-old had no interest in the male of the species should’ve come as no surprise since she grew up on an island inhabited only by women. In the Amazon culture, lesbianism had been the norm and a heterosexual relationship would’ve been looked upon as an aberration.Such had been Robin’s luck with women.“Guess it’s time to head home and jerk off.” Robin said as he replaced the tiny binoculars back into his utility belt.Robin.