I stood tall. I looked down at her and examined every inch. She brought her feet together and toyed with my dick as I looked at her. I squeezed the f...lesh of her thighs and butt. Precum lingered along the tip. I grabbed myself by the base and bent my knees just enough to be even with her pussy. No, my pussy. My playground. I looked one last time. So pink and wet. So clean and perfect. So...I shoved it in. "Fuck". She was screaming. She wanted this. "Fuck me!"I held her feet together and. . not that they were getting much sleep anyway.She remembered asking Gregg about how his work with the artifacts as they cozied up in bed — a seemingly lost topic in recent weeks. He started telling her about the tile mosaic he was trying to decipher that hinted at the Queen's romantic dalliances. As had happened other times in the past, Gregg's narrative filled her imagination, and suddenly she felt not only that she was imagining the scenes he was describing, but that she was actually there.. Before she had left her father she had insisted he begin dating. He had told her he'd think about it. He said he wasn't sure that's what he wanted to do at this time. Deep down, she realized she was relieved to hear him say that. She knew society didn't accept their having a sexual relationship, and she wasn't really sure they'd ever be together again, that way. But, she still wanted that option to be open to them if that's what they both decided to do.When Jenna told her room mate, Diane, that. If a couple is having regular intimacy and sex, it provides a certain lubricant, a willingness to give a little, to forgive, to worry about doing non-sexual things to please your partner. After all, how can you be angry or irritated for long with the person who joins with you in that most life affirming act of shared pleasure, sex?My philosophizing was suddenly interrupted by a woman's voice."Mark McDonald, is that you?" came the lilting soprano voice.I looked up, only to see an old family.