Again, to everyone around us, it just seemed natural. They all started calling him ‘Jim’, just like I did. I even kind of forced myself on his par...ents; after visiting so many times they got used to me being in their house at any given time. Seeing Jim having fun with me seemed to mellow out their standards a bit. One of Jim’s happiest moments, he tells me, was when his parents allowed him to have a sleepover with me, which was apparently something they were firmly against before I came along.. Then he walked around to the foot of my marital bed and climbed in. I rolled onto my back and willingly spread my legs for him. He climbed up over me. He pulled the red negligee up until it was bunched up above my breasts then took his place over me. It was then I felt the head of his cock pressing against my wet pussy lips opening. I could feel my labia parting as he pushed slightly forward. I wanted him desperately inside me. I moved and pushed my hips trying to get Carl John's huge hard. That was the end position as he had explained it. But as soon as my feet left the ground, my reflexes took over and I curled into a ball and rotated so that I landed on my feet facing him.Mr. Morris seemed surprised; he cocked his head a little and gave me a brief nod of acknowledgement for having countered his throw."Very good," he said. "You have excellent kinesthetic reflexes." He looked at me critically. With my figure, I could hardly have been a member of the gymnastics team."I used to be. Is this something that the Director needs to be informed about?” the DO demanded.“Yes, he is going to have to be told about what happened,” Hill admitted, grudgingly.“Who else was there?” the DO demanded.“It was only Trent and me,” Hill told him.“Trent knows how to keep his mouth shut. Still remind him unless you think he needs to be brought into this,” the DO told him.“No, he wasn’t there for the most important part and I’ll remind him,” Hill assured his boss.“It will take me a few minutes to.