A long, slow breath is pulled in through my nose, and I finally stand up straight, turning to look at him. He looks tired, but when my eyes meet his, ...he smiles gently. The sight of him, unchanged, forever unchanged, makes me feel that pang of guilt all over again, and I flush, looking down, my lips a tight line. I turn away from the dresser, and to my relief he doesn’t move over to help. He watches, of course, but he lets me do this on my own as I move back to the bed to sit and pull off my bed. "Oh, no problem. He's well off in my hands."I suddenly felt something. Some form of alarm. Her inflection on the 'my' in her last statement didn't sound right. What the hell did she mean by that? I didn't have time to delve into it at work. Maybe tonight at home.When I got home I was greeted to an empty house and another note on the table.Honey.Harry wants to do another show and then some gambling. He asked me to go again. I called mom and she's fine keeping the girls for another night.So we're. . And it went slow.. it took ages to go the last time inside her as if I never wanted that last moment to end. She also had her 2nd orgasm along with mine and the beauty of that unison was mind blowing.. our bodies jerked together as the wave passed over us and then we lay still with me resting on her. My cock felt nice in her pussy and all wet and gluey but very nice it felt. So I did not take my cock out and she hugged me tightly.I felt a bit exhausted so I lay down on the bed and we were. The seats were such at the back side, that we were facing each other, and the heaps of baggage between us. We moved the baggage to one side, and we occupied one seat, seating side by side. It was already an hour or two, and nearly everybody was half asleep. B kept her head on my shoulder, and closed her eyes too. I said, “You can lie on my lap.” she smiled, “Thanks.”, and lay on my lap. I put my palm on her head, and was caressing her hairs. She just lay there. Then I slid her shoulder long.