He was an elderly man,perhaps in his mid sixties, with wisps of grey hair framing an otherwisebald pate. Although thin, his body seemed to have a wiry... strength to itand he carried himself with the grace of someone who had once been anathlete of some sort. His face was set in a benign expression ofwelcome. Yet there was a gleam of anticipation in his bright blue eyesthat was a little unsettling.As my delectable companion - Christina, was that what he had called her?- stepped past the professor. I dried off and returned to my vantage point at the top of the stairs and continued to watch and listen.I had been away perhaps 20 minutes, and in the intervening time, they had moved, now sat on a sofa together but turned to face each other.They were still working their way through the bottle and I could see they had polished off close to half.It appeared as though at least for the time being mum had come to terms with what she had seen. “it’s not been easy for me for the last few years. Even as she and Grandpa told her parents the story it was all she could do to keep a straight face because she knew it was a bald faced lie. To her surprise her parents accepted the story and even hugged and kissed her afterward, telling her that if she wanted to keep the baby when it was born than they'd give her all the help she needed to raise her son or daughter.As her hand inched down her swollen body to her wet cunt Gwen couldn't help but think of Ben and how much she missed him and his. I sent Steve packing because I wasn'tin the mood after that so, of course, he was pissed off as well. ButCharlie was nowhere to be found. He didn't come back until the nextday. I was so worried." So you want to know how to make it up to Charlie?" What? Oh no, we've made up. I explained to him that I needed sex andthat he couldn't give me what I needed, physically. He was a bit upsetat first but I think he understands. I told him that I loved him and Iwanted to always be with him, I just needed.