Our words and intimacies became more subtle – less believable, but oh how wonderful it was. Could I have known her long enough to actually love her?... It didn’t matter; I whispered it aloud as I drank in her youth, her warmth…the whole essence of her being. For her part, she clung to me, not as a father-daughter might, not as a newly come-by lover should, but as only conjoined souls are able – on that empirical level that embraces awareness and inseparable affection.I don’t even remember her. After a couple of weeks came a watershed moment. Ralph invited her to an off-Broadway play in a nearby city but it would require an overnight stay. Marge really wanted to see it so accepted. He asked a crucial question, “One room or two?”Marge thought for a moment, then looked him straight in the eye and replied, “One will be fine.” She flushed with the implications.The play was delightful and the hotel room had a great view of the city. Marge had brought her new negligee and changed into it. A few were dripping on his neck. He wiped dripping cum on his neck region with his shirt. But we didn’t give her rest and continued.I was constantly increasing the pace of fingering her pussy with three fingers. And Manu was biting her pussy lips and playing with her thighs. We hadn’t given rest to Nayana. So she was blinking her eyes vigorously and was moaning.I stopped sucking her boobs and locked her lips to stop her moaning. As said earlier, she matches my pace in sucking her lips.. Etc.) I'll say right here at the start that I didn't make it. In fact, the entire attempt was basically a total and complete failure...except for the one experience I'm going to relate now.....I heard someone saying: "Hey! Hey, you!"I looked up and there was this super fancy white limo, with darkened windows pulling up along the street where I'd been walking, and the driver had rolled down the passenger side front window and was leaning over in order to make eye contact with me. He was.