She accepted again just nodding and turned completely toward me stretching her warm, full lips in expectant grease. She kept looking at my dick and it was like she wanted to touch it and it was like she didn’t. I showed her the bloody towel and asked:
“Shall I give it to you to keep, or would you prefer to keep it with me?”
“Keep it with you!” she said, and it seemed a natural transition from the polite plural she had used on entering the house to this more intimate mode of address. I gently pulled the pre-prepared towel and slipped it under her ass, then began to gently insert my dick into her. Although I expected this to happen eventually, when she came out and told me, it didn’t sit too well with me, but it did. “Even though it’s currently a discredited theory, it seems to be the only valid one in our case, especially since my man is dark-haired and looks nothing like James.
