‘Please feel free to do so Adam’ William replied wondering where this might lead. ‘Jayne advised me that you are her nephew.’ ‘Yes that is c...orrect.’ ‘Yet she also advised that you were not blood.’ ‘That is also correct.’ ‘Hmmmm,’ Adam mused, sipping his port and feeling even more confused. But before he could take it further, one of the floor-to-ceiling double doors leading to the bedroom opened, not fully, but just half way. Adam expected Jayne to emerge through the doorway, but instead he. Since she’s wearing earphones and so both of her hands are free, her other hand is playing with her hair, wrapping it nervously around her fingers. She once told me she does that when she’s nervous – or horny. “Look down now…check out the silver 4Runner in the parking lot.” She is deadly silent as the hair twirling stops and her beautiful eyes scour the pavement. An eternity later she finds it and the anxious man leaning forward on his steering wheel waving at her. “Shit…I’m taking my lunch. I know it sounds ridiculous today in 2010, but back then this was certainly quite a situation on which I was embarking – well, for me anyway. We drove down to my house, about a hundred miles away from where she lived. The car journey was filled with frivolous conversation and also some more serious moments in which I must have sounded like a boring old fart, speaking of trust and confidence, but with no real substance. Bless her, she humoured me. So I was neither. He loved the way her soft skin felt against his, her thighs rubbing him and the intense heat rising off of her once again throbbing pussy. Nudging her legs open with his he quickly reached down to find her once again wet and inviting. "Now I'm going to fuck you, bury myself deep inside of you. I want to feel you wrapped around me" She moaned at his bold words and responded with a "please". Taking the reins once again he flipped her over roughly, staring into her eyes hungry and ravenous for her.