I knew what yourthoughts would be. Later Max, Dorothy's husband, will join us."I had the good sense to laugh and Clara joined me. I turned to get move...my clothes to the drier when Clara laid her hand on my shoulder."You've now run from your father. Unless you want to fade away you haveto find something to run to. Think about it, oh yes, and take a shower,you smell like a junk heap."Chapter 2: MarnieI moved the clothes and went into the bathroom. A large towel lay on thecounter. I stripped off. She wiggled and squirmed trying to free herself so she could make comment, but my two large hands and strong arms held her small, one hundred pound frame in place on my cock. Quickly her squirming and wiggling took on a new purpose as she started to move slower and easier. I released her head from grip and she placed her hands on my shoulders and began moving her body with one thing in mind."Uhuhuh!" She said in her throat. "This is nice. Very nice," as she continued her smooth rhythm riding my. This was the special one, the one they would treasure. Bert kept up his slow, steady stroking, and he, too realized this time was different, more wonderful than any that had gone before. His urgency began to increase so he lay still, hands stroking her. ‘Why did you stop?’ Carla asked. ‘Don’t want this to end, yet,’ Bert replied. ‘I love you,’ Carla said. ‘I love you, too,’ Bert replied. His lips covered hers and once again his hips began moving. Twice more Bert paused in his lovemaking,. This gave her time to also tie my arms to the back of the chair. Whatever she was doing she was doing in earnest because not matter how I now strained movement was so restricted I could not get the ties to budge. "Stop struggling, Mr Pearce, it will be alright." she said mockingly. "What is this about Debbie?" I demanded. "You will find out." With that she came behind me and took the blindfold from my eyes. When she came into view I expected to see her in something sexy or even naked (my.