”“Are you a lesbian, Emma?” Erin asked.“Sort of. I like boys and girls.”“Do you have a girlfriend or a boyfriend?”“Yes.”“One of ea...ch? Good for you. Are they going to find out about this?”“Oh yes.”“Will they be angry or jealous?”“No, because we are fairly open in our relationship, and we tell each other the truth, always.”“That is the key to a long and happy relationship. Trust and honesty. Take my word for it. Right Paul?”“It is. Thank you, Emma. What do we do now?”“Sign this ticket and then. I followed her with my cock and began to fuck upwards. She got the idea and held herself over me while I fucked her again.It took a few minutes till she came for her second time, but she loved it as much as the first, and I loved cumming into her as much as the first time too.She subsided onto me again, twitching happily. She was warm, fragrant, and infinitely sexual. I stroked her.“You’re not from round here are you?” she murmured. “Where are you from?”I told her how I’d just moved to the. I gave my hanky to her and ask her to wipe her tears. But it looked that I had touched her heart, and they don’t seem to stop. I moved near her and took hold of her one hand. She was still sobbing, and I tried to console her. I was rubbing her hand to just calm her down, but it was not helping her.I moved near to her and took my other hand from the back to her head. I pushed her a little towards me, and now her head was resting on my chest. I was patting her and trying to console her. We were. I wondered how many times I was going to have to hear it? At one party a few weeks back, she picked up the word "outstanding" from an Air Force first lieutenant, a fighter pilot loaded on fresh plasma. She repeated the moronic word over 1,300 times in a four hour period."No, Mother," I said, trying to get her nails out of my shoulders."This is the famous Mr. Weakwill, dear. You know, last year's Emmy for writing 'Thunder in My Guts'?" ... uh, that's Wheatfield," the nude, runtish and bespeckled.