I could feel her girly cock throb and twitch against me as I pressed into her and kissed her passionately.We continued to kiss for awhile till I felt ...her hands begin to rub and grab at my crotch through my jeans. I would kiss her deeply and feel her grab a hold of my growing cock and squeeze till I pulled my tongue out of her mouth. I leaned back to look at her but she had me firmly in her grasp and wouldn’t let me step away. “You find something you like?” I asked with both her hands grabbing. I’m kind of over it,’ I lied. ‘Plus, he died doing something he loved.’ When he asked how, I told him everything. How he’d been racing his motorcycle in practice for a competition. How he hadn’t seen the obstruction on the road ahead, and how the collision with another bike killed him instantly. I fought my tears. Gradually, we returned to cheerier conversation, and it wasn’t until an hour and a half had passed until we noticed that our oars were floating far from the canoe. ‘Hah!’ he laughed.. I held my breath and a moment later heard a loud thump. I chuckled quietly to myself. At least now, I wasn’t the only one who’d fallen out of bed this morning. I shoved the bag of peas back in the freezer and started arranging cereal and cooking toast.Mum joined us for breakfast and made the predictable fuss about my black eye. It wasn’t over the top fuss, it wasn’t crazy-mum fuss, it was the sort of fuss that any mother would make about her daughter having been hurt. I endured the fuss without. We cant help but smile wide to His words. He is proud of us. We are both beaming as He leaves the kitchen for us to eat and get it cleaned.As we eat and clean we talk about what happened. We are both strangely excited about it. Mom what is wrong with us? Nothing is wrong with us I say, like it or not, and I am not sure when, how or why it happened, but we are slaves. We both smile at that and finish up in the kitchen. We go back to the other room where He is and kneel, waiting for what He wants.