Come. And so they did - cometogether making that sound of two as one - neither knowing where one ofthem stopped nor the other began.It hadn't always ...been that way.She looked in the mirror after her bath, the bath she loved taking,after sex, with the bubbly foaming and softening lotions - all after hehad long past left to go to work. She herself had the luxury of a homeoffice consultation business, reviewing contacts of a type she had oncehad to originate in the real world. But here were a. "That's my girl. Now Beatrice, we better be on our way. We don't want to miss the flight."My mom and dad both gave me one more hug, got in their car and departed. I waved them good bye, my heart soaring with the freedom that embraced me as the sleek sports car disappeared from view.The very first thing I did as I walked back into the house was loosening my bra and throwing it on my bed. I sighed in comfort as my heavy bust bounced from the confines of my bra, my nipples instantly hardening in. " For free?" I inquired. " Im sorry but in this world you have to earn it." I said jokingly.She stared right at me in her low cut top and shorts and said in all seriousness, "Oh Uncle Stan, I can make it worth your while."Well she didnt have to say that twice. She said that everybody and left and we were alone ar least for a few hours."Well," I said. " lets go into your room and lets see what we can work out."We went into her bedroom and she got on the bed.,"So, what are you thinking about?". She slept in the guest room which was at the other endof our house in the basement (same floor as mybedroom). There was never any sexual chemistry with heror anything that led up to what happened. She neverflirted with me, that just wasn’t her personality. Shedid have a cute face… but wasn’t ‘pretty’. She was ofItalian descent and had nice olive colored skin. The ‘incident’ that happened was innocent enough. At18, like most other boys, my hormones were.