It was friendship that Facebook promised. Nothing more (although that had always seemed a possibility). Couldn’t Jane be satisfied with just that? B...ut, at the moment, her aversion to Charlie’s regrettable disfigurement made even that rather unlikely. Charlie returned with a Grande Filter Coffee (Fairtrade, of course) for himself and a glass and a plastic bottle of White Cranberry juice for Jane. He sat down opposite Jane and gingerly sipped from his still-too-hot cup of coffee while regarding. The Retreat was born. A car park at the top, a bank of caravans half way down. It all looked very basic to the social workers who arrived to test it out. Jo had persuaded all the female social workers in the county to take a weekend to try this, it might, she said work with some of their clients. This first weekend would be female only. Krill was in the other place, Caroline was in residence. A couple of the social workers once more eyed the three children just learning to walk, and all of the. Her hand slipped away from mine and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I stood there frozen like a deer in the headlights. My arms shacking as I wrapped them around her waist. Her breasts pressing into my chest made my dick twitch in my pants. “i'm not doing anything, wanna chill at your place for a while?” she asked. My face was now as red as a tomato. I just stammered out some incoherent words that ended with du over and over. Until finally I nodded. “your funny,” she said laughing. I. Though neither of us said anything other than grunting or moaning, the intimacy of the eye contact greatly heightened the fuck. The look we gave each other said ‘I love you, I’m hot for you and I want to bring you as much pleasure as possible.’ Several times, especially when her orgasms caused her cunt to contract on my fuckstick, I almost came. When that happened, I kept pausing for a few seconds. I wanted this to last a long time. But after nearly half an hour, both she and I were starting to.