”“It seemed likely. Her being bright, having a good sense of humor and a lack of arrogance.”“Her regal bearing might suggest otherwise, especi...ally first impressions. Part of her complexity, because it’s there and yet it barely lasts a moment before being subsumed by other aspects. Like layers. One of which is a simmering anger.”“My guess is it comes from her parents,” Joe surmised. “Especially her father. The whole thing about having a royal legacy. The ruler becoming the servant. Proud, angry. As far as you can tell they neverexisted.Just like...dear God...just like my children. Lisa and I had three, two sonsand a daughter. When reality adjusted so that she and I were lesbians,they vanished as though they had never been. She does not evenremember them. Only I do. Only I could. I see their faces every night inmy dreams. I keep expecting to see them playing in the yard or eating atthe table or aggravating me in the dozens of ways that only kids can. Butthey are gone and I am the only. The warmth between her legs was noticeable through my nightie as she whispered "I want you" in my ear.In response I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, searching for her mouth. Her first two kisses were warm and soft; I felt her full lips moving over my face. Her hand slipped under the waistband of my panties and her fingers started caressing slow circles on my hardening clit. I moaned and helped her pull my panties off.I sat up and wiggled out of my nightie, throwing it on the floor. She. Finally her body bucks with an uncontrolled spasm as the ecstasy consumers her, overcoming his control causing the desperate release that he has been denying himself. They desperately hold each other as the spasms surge though their bodies until finally spent they collapse into a heap on the bed their hands gently caressing each other. With his slowly fading hardness still inside her.After a short rest he drags his body way from her and stands up, bending over he places his lips lovingly.