At three A.M. I was on my third cup of coffee and still having a hard time staying awake, so I finally packed it in, wrote a quick email to Rod, and h...eaded home to grab a quick shower and, hopefully a nap before I had to meet Jimmy.Power-napping is an art form I had learned in college and mastered during agent training. I didn't even bother getting undressed, just set the alarm for six, pulled off my shoes and curled up on the bed. A little over two and a half hours later I was awake and. I’m impatient, willing for the sun to be gone and for the last rays of the day to disappear so that she can join me. I sigh deeply and lean onto the glass barrier – not long now. The minutes pass and soon the sun touches the sea and the sky begins to darken making my heart quicken with anticipation. I stand up straight, fingers gripping the glass tightly and watch eagerly as the golden orb sinks further and further down. I feel the air cool slightly and with one last burst of fire, the sun is. He lay on top of me gasping and grinding his body against mine and with horror, I realised my own penis was hardening. Desperately I tried to still it and was on the point of succeeding when Harry started to move again. Slowly at first and then with greater urgency he forced himself into me, back and forth and as he exploded into me for the second time I felt my own miserable object give two or three jerks and ejaculated onto the settee. I hung there in deep shame until Harry withdrew and I. Ruth looked closely at the crying girl and said, "Elizabeth, we have to survive this mess. If you cry all the time - my mother told me there was nothing worse for the face - you're going to look thirty next year."Elizabeth howled in indignant anger and sadness and Ruth went to her and put her soft white hands on the girl's large breasts and spoke gently to her. She leaned over and kissed her softly on her fine pink lips and ran her hands over the girl's smooth skin. She pressed her lips more.