I turned and grasped his arm and spoke to the lost mother?s sonHe flinched and blushed and sobbed as I asked if he wanted aidHis weeping was sore dist...ressing, yet he pled to be loose to runBut ?fore he could flee he clutched at me and fainted like a maid.I caught him as he fell in a faint, and laid him gently on the tilesThe medical aid was summoned to tend him most tenderlyAnd move him to our guard room when he as us red faced smilesWith consummate ease the buttons and laces yielded him. .”“I’m Kent’s sister.”“Oh. Okay.”“Enjoy your meal. Janet is an excellent cook.”“Yes she is,” Marcia smiled.After the meal, her suspicions soon became proved. Simon and Karissa led Marcia to the basement, like the one in the Appalachians, his lab, and the larger bed replacing the cot.“Relax,” said Karissa. “I know you miss Simon. Don’t mind me.”Simon pulled Marcia into a kiss, which eventually relaxed her and excited her enough for both of them to eagerly shed their clothes and become naked. ” It was hard for me to add that last word – I didn’t know how she’d take it.She smiled a little. “Thanks, I never feel very pretty or sexy. It’s only in my fantasies that I feel attractive.”This had been a good conversation so far, becoming much closer to the girl I already felt very comfortable with, but her mention of fantasies perked me up some more, and got my dick a step harder. I wanted to hear more. “What is it about your fantasies that makes you feel more attractive?”“In my. Ever since she walked in on me by accident, into my bedroom, and saw me sitting on my bed with my cock head dangling a clear drop of precum above my lips. I have dreamt of her often, of looking deeply into her beautiful, bashful eyes and holding her full voluptuous figure in my arms, her demure pouty librarian lips, her soft golden hair cupping her face and holding out her smile. It's more than lust, it's like she alone sees me, sees exactly what I need. She is my want, my heart, and my.