I worried that you might.”“I don’t regret anything, silly” she said as she slapped his arm, “except the fact I fell asleep before I could ki...ss you good night.”She might not regret things now but give her 10 minutes and I bet she will, Brock thought.“You gave me a very nice kiss good night when I carried you to bed,” Brock said. “Didn’t your Mom tell you how you got up here?”Meredith raised her eyebrows.“Mom has been out and about since before I woke up,” she told him. “I assumed Daddy carried. ”“How fun! These are head and shoulders above any of the other work you’ve done. How did this come about?”“Ms. Clayborn says something happened over Thanksgiving that changed things,” I said. I blushed and felt the heat in my face ramp up a few degrees. “I think it was being introduced to wet reality. And I’ve been developing some other sketches as well. I just haven’t been throwing poster paint onto paper in the morning like I used to.”“It’s more deliberate. More planned.” That struck a chord.. “Will you keep coming back to fuck me?”I was a little taken aback by her question, perhaps she thought that this would be just a one off, I don’t know.“I don’t expect anything from you commitment wise and I won’t expect you to give up your other women,” she said softly. “As long as you come back and fuck me as often as you can.”I kissed her. “Of course I’ll keep coming back,” I answered. “You do a fantastic curry. I’d be a fool not to.”She laughed and gave me a playful shove. “So you only want. The atmosphere was electric, her groan as he entered, one that Micky would long remember, his wife half-dressed laid on their own kitchen table, her fingers gripping the old table edges with another younger man, balls deep in her body. God, the world had gone mad, his hand scrabbled to find his now rigid cock and expose it to the air. The pair had stood perfectly still, joined, as if time had taken a pause, then as if on some conductors cue, they began their mutual dance, he, thrusting and.