I'm an ungrate—"Lucy froze as a noise startled her. Sitting bolt upright, she listened. There. A smile crinkled the corners of her mouth as she reco...gnised the click of a Yale lock followed by footsteps on wood."Pete?" Heart racing, she sprang to her feet and sprinted to the stairs. "Pete, is that you?"Grabbing the bannister, she leaned over. A man stood at the foot of the stairs, coat on, anxious expression on his face. Seeing Lucy, he held out a bouquet of flowers, beautifully wrapped in clear. I found our young charge in the upstairs lounge. The fire was blazing in the grate and he was asleep on the antique Chesterfield. I had never really liked the sofa, though the blood red colour was nice. Time was once when Byron curled up on the sofa wouldn't take up half of it, now his skinny body lay along the back of it, his legs scrunched up and one arm dangling off the end. I lent over and shook his shoulder gently. He murmured, almost mewling, big brown doe eyes with long lashes blinking. I was horny again, must be the hormone thing everyone talks about. I had had plenty of sex recently, but none of it was satisfying. It was empty sex for me. I just did it because it was the only way I could survive. I rubbed my clit gently with two fingers before slowly moving them down my slit allowing me to put them into my pussy. I moved them in and out slowly at first; wanting to savour the pleasurable feeling it was giving me. I began to speed up wanting to make myself some cum, and within. My ass was still wet from the fucking so her movements were smooth. She started sucking my cock really fast and with a tight mouth-grip. I couldn’t hold. I began to moan like a whore in heat in the dark corridor. Involuntarily, my body rewarded her efforts. I felt my boycunt constrict and my g-spot throb against her probe. I felt my cock enlarge and then begin to twitch. She pulled out of my boycunt and relieved the pressure and readily accepted my climax. I held myself up and began to.