He didn’t say anymore, he just climbed back into his bed. I lay there not really believing what had just happened. I suppose I drifted off to sleep ...because I remember waking up to hear loud heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, someone tripped and hissed “Fucking stairs” and I heard a door open and then a soft “Thump”. Michael was sat upright in his bed. He didn’t look over to me but said as he went to the door. “That’ll be mum, I’ll just put her to bed”. After a couple of minutes he came back. Now I feel like a pompous prick for all those times I gave him a ribbing about that macho pulp he cranks out. If he sends off that novel, and it gets half the reception it deserves, I'll be eating crow for the rest of our lives."Claire studied him for a few moments, smiling her amused little smirk that made the corners of her eyes wrinkle in a most appealing fashion."A little bit of that won't hurt you," she said finally. "Call it repentance. Besides, I hear that crow goes down okay with a dry. But we found a nice clearing and could still see the red haze descending over the mountains. "It really was one of the most incredible experiences of my life." I wish I'd seen it," Dawn said glumly.I chuckled. "You looked plenty happy with what we did." Yeah..." Dawn sighed. "I never thought I could pass out from too much pleasure."I squeezed her hand tightly. "Me, neither."Dawn bit her lip nervously. "Did she seem hurt at all by it?"I shrugged. "I don't think so. Remember, she had a lot of. By now he had her panties down far enough that he was touching her soaking wet pussy, fingering fucking her, making her moan softly. She heard the top snap of his jeans open, then the whisper of his zipper, and felt him shifting his position behind her, finally his hard cock was rubbing up and down her wet slit. One final protest from her about the people nearby, and then he was inside her, fucking her, filling her with the same glorious feelings she had felt in her bedroom with him. She had.