And who is hurt if we make love, Tom? No, you look really great.” I don’t know if she believed me, but her continued blush suggested that maybe, just maybe she did. I didn’t give it to them because I thought I should ask you first. I knew better than to ask her again. Lucy let me into the suite and stopped at the center of the room and gestured for me to be quiet and to stay there as she stepped over to the stairs that led to the living floor above, closed the door, and quietly turned the passage lock. It was as if my cock had somehow become a sexual seismograph, registering the measure of her climax, recording every wave that passed through her. I had to know, so I rolled onto my side and gently rolled Lucy onto her side facing me. Did Mom suspect anything? My timing was perfect. She had never been more right in her life; it was soooo good. My. How can it be a crime when I need this so much, when we love each other so much? It even has its own separate entrance.
