I increased my speed. She was having loud moans. She asked me to stop. I asked why.She said, “Someone will hear the moans from the bathroom. Let’...s go to bed.” Again in bed, I lifted her and fucked till she came. She was hugging me and told in my ears, “My husband fucks for 15 minutes max and cums. You are fucking me for more than 40 minutes now. For the first time, I have cummed more than once.”I made her lie down on the bed and came on top of her. I wore a condom and fucked her till she had. If all else failed, there was always 911.My parents were oblivious as the time for their departure neared. This was their dream cruise. They had talked about a cruise through the Panama Canal for years. They were finally getting to go. It was all they talked about now. It was all they thought about. They placed a lot more faith in their fucked up son than I did. I imagine there was a lot of wishful thinking involved.They had apparently come to the conclusion that we were old enough and mature. I’d like to tell you that it was a great meal and we took it as a sign that we worked better together, but it was just sausages and mashed potatoes. Nothing special. We didn’t even work well together. She wasn’t used to being in the kitchen anymore, and I was slipping in and out of a drug induced fog, feeling calm, but disconnected.We sat at the table and I stared at her, remembering random times we’d sat at this table in the past while my food started to get cold until her voice broke through. He started coughing and choking.Sandra whacked him on the back a couple of times. “Better out than in!” she proclaimed, smirking.Jake looked at his older cousin. He could smell her perfume. He had always had a crush on the curly redheaded young woman, even though she was family. How much could he get away with? “Um, can I have a hug?”“Sure, squirt,” she said, and enveloped him with her arms.He put his arms around her as well. ‘Damn!’ he thought to himself, ‘I really wish I could kiss.