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Roman and Christine - 2
by William DuPain (duepain@yahoo.com)

***

He thought she had cheated on him, but it was forced 
love. (MFF, FF, nc, rp, voy, rom)

***

PART 2

The next day Gene contacted the junior college in 
Ankeny, and made arrangements with the trade instructor 
there about hiring some of his class to help out with 
the project.

He also inquired about faux artist that might be 
available to help with the interior restoration of the 
old mansion. He found a team and made arrangements to 
have them start in the old first floor library, where 
Roman would headquarter his operation.

Rachel arrived that afternoon to see Paula and say 
hello to Christine they chatted girl talk for a good 
while but Rachel never said a word about her rendezvous 
with Roman.

When Rachel paused at the door Christine was there to 
give her a farewell hug. As the two embraced Rachel's 
hand dropped to the top of Christine's buttock, and 
Christine swore she could feel the slightest stroke 
tingle her cheek.

Rachel left the house pleased that her first signal to 
Christine had been noticed. She might have to share 
Roman, but she sure as hell wasn't about to lose him, 
now that she had just discovered him.

Rachel motored smoothly down the quiet city streets as 
she made her way toward the mansion and her lover. She 
arrived at the riverfront house and went in without 
knocking, she found her man in the old library.

There was a cot along one wall now and someone had 
helped Roman move one of the huge upstairs desks 
beneath a window. She watched him before walking in, as 
he leaned over a pile of blueprints.

He was so handsome with his strong features and broad 
shoulders. As he leaned one thick lock of his raven 
hair had fallen over his eye and it made him look 
incredibly sexy.

"All work and no play... you know," she said to him as 
she walked in.

He looked up at the sound of her voice and smiled as 
she approached him. Her arms went around his neck, as 
she stretched upward on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"You look incredibly sexy," he told her.

"Why sir, whatever do you mean, and what exactly is the 
intent of your statement sir!" she teased with a mock 
southern drawl.

"I intend to use you until you're sore... and then use 
you some more, my lovely belle," he tossed back at her.

"Then sir, I think we should begin," she said before 
kissing him again.

He took her there... on the desk, kneeling between her 
legs when she was undressed. His tongue took possession 
of her body, and made her lust its willing slave.

Over the course of the next ten minutes or so Rachel 
screamed, sobbed, went soft as he tongued her, then 
became frustrated and cursed him. With Rachel, when 
passion was in play, logic went out the window, and 
Roman liked it that way.

After she'd begged him to take her he slammed his 
flinching muscle deep into her burning passage. Rachel 
moaned loudly as his raging cock entered her body, then 
sat up, his cock still deep inside her, and told him 
she loved him.

Roman was unrelenting and savage in his use of her 
body, and Rachel loved every second of it. They were 
two hearts blended together, striving for a common 
goal, the physical seal of their
mutual affection. 
She went completely radical when she achieved orgasm 
her body trembled fiercely, and her inflection went 
shamefully crimson. When she was finished, Roman picked 
her up cradling her ass in his palms her legs locked 
around his hips.

He walked to the wall and leaned back against it still 
holding her close, as her hands held him at both sides 
of his face. She held him that way as she showered his 
lips was a barrage of light sweet kisses.

They made love several times that night and she slept 
next to him on the brass day bed snuggled tightly 
against him, her butt next to his groin. Roman slowly 
stroked her hair and upper arm, until her small form 
was silent and still... and her dreams embraced the 
wavering shadows of night.

He had slept wonderfully that night and as he crawled 
out of the shadow of sleep he could hear the birds 
singing around the old mansion. His new love was 
missing; he struggled to the side of the bed and slid 
on his boxers.

He staggered down the hall making his way toward the 
head, where he intended to make his morning water. He 
pulled down his shorts and grabbed his dick, then 
winced painfully. Reminded immediately of the strenuous 
workout the little guy had gone through last night.

A bit more conscious now Roman headed for the coffee 
pot on the big desk next to the window. That's where he 
found Rachel's note.

Good morning Lover:

Thanks for last night Roman; you're a wonderful lover. 
I didn't want to wake you this morning, you were too 
cute curled up in a little ball that way, but I did 
kiss you before I left love, and pinched your butt.

I am going to Paula's to say hello and see my other 
relatives, then afterward, some shopping. I'll fix 
supper for you, unless you're afraid to try my kitchen 
chemistry, or you could just nibble me again love. 
Smile!

Be back this afternoon for my encore and bring a 
treat... me, so be good, oh... you are good baby, so 
very damn good. Sigh!

My love to you,
   Rachel

He made the build and then plugged the receptacle into 
the wall socket afterward making straightaway for the 
shower. Later, showered, shaved, and decently covered 
and with enough caffeine in him to get it going, he sat 
out to tackle the business of the day.

He fired up the old ford pickup Gene had left for him 
to use and headed out.

Rachel sat with Paula and Christine at the kitchen 
table in the Burkett parent's home. Chatting and making 
plans for their day of shopping, actually Rachel and 
Paula's day of shopping.

Christine decided it was too risky to run with the 
girls in public and risk the chance of bumping into 
Roman, because there would be no explaining that 
mishap.

Later that day when the two girls had returned 
Christine took Rachel aside as she was leaving and 
asked her if she intended to return to the mansion that 
day. Because if she was, Gene had some electrical 
schematics he wanted Roman to take a look at.

Faking it, Rachel said she hadn't intended to return 
but would be happy to drop them off for her if she 
wanted. Christine handed Rachel the manila envelope and 
wished her a pleasant day.

Rachel promptly laid the envelope on the small table 
that stood at the entrance. Then placed her arms around 
Christine and hugged her.

"I so admire your determination Christine and the 
dedication you have to your husband," she whispered low 
in her ear.

Christine felt Rachel's light touch on her breast and 
the sensation of her nails as they lightly teased her 
nipple while she spoke. She was instantly shocked, but 
at the same time her body shivered with the sensation 
of those warm hands and their teasing tickles.

Rachel kissed her lightly on the lips, and then rushed 
through the door and out to her car. Christine stood 
there dumbfounded for a moment before she noticed the 
envelope still lying on the table.

She picked it up and headed for her car, she knew from 
talking to Gene this morning that Roman would be out 
for most of the day. While it was a risk traveling 
there she knew she could be cautious enough not to get 
caught.

This had been the second time this week that Rachel had 
touched her inappropriately. And Christine was 
beginning to wonder if she were bi, or gay. Not that it 
had been unpleasant; she hadn't been with anyone since 
Roman had left that night, but now she was curious.

She looked for the old pickup Gene had left for Roman's 
use as she pulled up in front of the mansion and didn't 
see it, but she did see Rachel's car. When she had 
parked and then gone through the front door she 
announced herself loudly for Rachel's benefit.

"I'm in the library," the young blond had answered.

Christine entered the library where Rachel was and 
calmly stepped over to stand beside the great desk 
situated beside the window. She stripped until she 
stood in her underwear and high heels only.

If she were right, she knew Rachel would make a move on 
her very soon. She had decided on the way over to find 
out. once and for all what was up with the lovely 
college student.

As Christine gazed out the window at the spectacular 
view of the river, she felt Rachel move behind her. 
Christine's next sensation was the feel of Rachel's 
small warm hands on her shoulders.

"It's been a long time since you've been with a man 
hasn't it Christine?" Rachel asked.

"Yes, a long time," Christine whimpered! She could feel 
Rachel's hands moving lower to her buttocks.

Christine felt the inviting warmth of her touch through 
her sheer panties and her body shivered, as she 
realized that Rachel intended to have her. She wouldn't 
resist, it had been too long since she held another 
human being in her arms.

When the light, delicate touch of Rachel's nails 
circled the waistband of her panties and stopped above 
her mound, Christine shuddered with a sob. She could 
feel the lips of her entrance slowly opening, and her 
small button begin to extend itself between the warm 
folds of her body.

"I know what you need Christine... please let me help 
you," Rachel whispered softly in her ear.

"Yes Rachel... please!" Christine whimpered, as 
Rachel's hands and lips continued to awaken her lust.

Rachel's fingers slowly entered the ornate panties 
Christine wore and headed for the moist folds of her 
treasure. The busty blond sank her teeth into the side 
of Christine's neck and gently sucked the flesh into 
her mouth. Her tongue teased the velvet smooth skin, as 
both hands squeezed the hot mound she held in her 
palms.

"Oh Rachel... more baby!" Christine panted.

Rachel raised one hand to Christine's nipple, as her 
other, slowly loved the flinching flesh of Christine's 
hard clit. As Rachel's stern fingers clamped down on 
her nipple, Christine bent slightly and shivered hard 
against the warmth of her lover's body.

"Christine, I'm going to tongue that hot looking cunt 
of yours until you explode baby and cover my face with 
your juice... would you like that my love?" Rachel 
asked forcefully.

Without warning, or the slightest signal, Christine 
spun around and grabbed two handfuls of the blonds 
richly colored hair. Using both for leverage, she 
forced the lovely Rachel Tonsi down on her knees in 
front of her.

Rachel looked up at the stunning brunette with complete 
shock and surprise in her eyes. Her face was scant 
inches away from the object she longed to love, and she 
could smell the heated spice of Christine's arousal 
across the short distance between them.

"Remove my panties, fold them neatly, and lay them on 
the desk... slut!" she told her captive beauty.

Without a word Rachel moved in compliance to complete 
her lover's wishes, she held Christine's hand, as the 
lusty brunette stepped gracefully out of the bright 
undergarment.

When she had finished she stood in front of Christine 
her eyes on the floor. "Look at me slut," the brunette 
ordered, and Christine noted the fear in her eyes, as 
the vivid blues swept up to the level of her own gaze.

It was not fear of physical compromise, but of 
rejection, in spite of her confidence and commanding 
beauty. She was still, just a small girl longing to be 
tenderly held and gently reassured.

"I'm sorry if I've displeased you!" she said shyly.

Christine slowly kissed the soft lips of the uncertain 
creature in front of her, their tongues touching, 
igniting the chemistry that would become their mutual 
lust.

"I'm sorry..." Rachel moaned again into her mouth.

"You did nothing Rachel... it must to be this way or I 
couldn't be with you and I'm sorry if I startled you 
lover," she explained.

Christine's hands squeezed the ample breasts of her 
lover, as her tongue strove for the back of her throat. 
Rachel's own tongue matched the enthusiasm of her new 
mistress, as her fingers lightly explored the high 
jutting rise of her mound.

It was all very erotic Christine mused, as she drank 
deeply from the well of lust in the energetic mouth of 
her young college lover. Rachel teased the tender flesh 
Of Christine's labia, her fingers like shadows of 
substance, subtly driving the heated arousal of the 
striking brunette to new highs.

"Oh God Rachel... oh baby, you don't know how bad I 
need this," Christine moaned into her lovers hot mouth.

Christine broke the embrace and lay back on the desk 
behind her, her eyes pleading with Rachel to break the 
heavy chains of her long denied passion.

"Oh Rachel... fuck me, please fuck me with that hard, 
hot tongue of yours baby!" Christine shamelessly begged 
her new lover.

Rachel's body shook with lust, as she heard Christine's 
pitiful plea for orgasm. She new it was more of course, 
the woman's long, deep desire, for intimate human 
companionship was the true basis of her plea, and it 
touched Rachel deep in her heart.

She looked down at Christine... open, vulnerable, and 
wanting, and was filled with sadness. By the fact that 
any human would be denied the necessary, and essential 
spiritual food of human love, and physical contact for 
this long.

Rachel lovingly caressed the prone body that lay in 
front of her, her soft hands producing a gentle whimper 
from the lips of her tortured lover. With sobs still 
flowing freely from between her lips, Christine arched 
her body urgently to meet the loving hands now 
caressing her hungry flesh.

The strength and intensity of Christine's need touched 
Rachel with pain somewhere deep in her spirit. It was 
at that precise moment that Rachel fell in love with 
the beautiful Christine Pirelli, determining in her own 
mind she would always be there for her.

A tear rolled down her cheek as she lowered her mouth 
to cover her lover's nipple, the sensation of her touch 
causing Christine to arch sharply against the warmth, 
and cry out savagely with the pleasure of her touch.

Rachel captured Christine's leg between hers and boldly 
smashed her thigh against the brunettes protruding 
mound. Grinding her firm thigh into the folds of 
Christine's hot organ with great force as her teeth 
teased the suffering flesh of her breast.

Her tongue ceased its brutal lashing at Christine's 
breast and began a slow, sensual journey, toward the 
creative fires that roared between her wide-open legs.

She could smell the woman's need and read the tension 
of her body as she rushed toward that explosion of 
pleasure that would free her at last. Her palms flew up 
and down the well-toned abdomen and hips of the 
brunette's shapely body as her tongue slowly approached 
its final destination.

Rachel's tongue softly traced the contours of 
Christine's swollen labia as the woman bucked 
frantically against her mouth. When Rachel's tongue at 
last lashed out against Christine's clit, Christine bit 
down hard on her lower lip to stifle her scream.

There, in Christine's eyes, was a look of sheer 
desperation, as the pleasure she felt completely 
dominated her consciousness. It swept aside her 
control, and consumed her shame, then became the 
single, predominate experience, of her mind.

Rachel lapped furiously at the fluids Christine's organ 
was dumping out on her thighs. As the salty brunette 
continued to beg her lover for release, her fingers 
clutching Rachel's hair, and forcefully pulling her 
tongue deeper into her opening.

Rachel moved her tongue back to her lover's clit and 
forced two of her fingers roughly into Christine's 
burning cunt. As Rachel's fingers fucked Christine 
hard, Christine cried out her lover's name over and 
over again.

"Faster Rachel... please fuck me faster," Christine 
begged.

Rachel moved her free hand to Christine's nipple and 
vised down hard on the brunette's breast, as she 
slammed three fingers into her sopping cunt as deeply 
as she could. Over and over Rachel slammed her fingers 
into the insatiable hunger of Christine's hot opening, 
as Christine bucked wildly against the brutal fucking 
she received from her Rachel's hand.

"Oh Rachel... oh baby this is it!" Christine moaned.

That's when Christine's ass arched high off the desk 
and froze in mid air and her thick, rich fluids, 
inundated the hand that was fucking her. She fell apart 
sobbing, as she held Rachel by the wrist forcing her 
fingers deeper into her hungry opening, while her pussy 
convulsed tightly around Rachel's pumping fingers.

Christine collapsed back against the desk her breath 
rapid; her cheeks flushed deeply, her moisture evident 
everywhere on her thighs and the desktop. She took hold 
of Rachel's hand as she smiled up at the blond, and 
gently squeezed it.

Rachel smiled inwardly as Christine lay quietly and 
regained her composure, pleased that she had witnessed 
the passing of her storm. The cast of Christine's 
features was softer now and there was a gentle sheen in 
her wide, listless eyes, which had not been there 
before.

"I love you Christine, the storm has passed and peace 
is yours again... for awhile," she giggled.

Christine pulled the beautiful blonds face level with 
her own and kissed her softly. "I liked you the first 
time we met Rachel but it has grown into something much 
deeper now," and she kissed the full, soft lips of her 
lover once more.

Christine had one wild encounter with another woman 
when she was in college, but it had never approached 
the depth or sensitivity of this event with Rachel.

Christine stood and placed her lips against Rachel's 
and kissed the blond, as her hands found and squeezed 
her bountiful breasts. As tenderly as she knew how 
Christine brought the gorgeous Rachel Tonsi to orgasm 
several times after that.

They cuddled for a long time after they were finished, 
Christine had taken nearly everything out of the 
spirited blond and left her weak and completely 
satisfied.

"You're a wonderful lover," Rachel told her. And the 
striking brunette had stroked her hair and kissed her 
softly in response.

"I need to leave tomorrow and return to Omaha Rachel, 
there are some papers at the bank I need to sign and 
other matters to attend to there. I will miss you, 
please take care of my Roman while I'm away wont you," 
she said.

"I would do anything you asked of me Christine, I'll 
take care of your husband, make sure he's fed and 
healthy," Rachel told her with a giggle.

"I suppose I had better leave now before he returns and 
catches me here," Christine said as she got up to 
dress.

"How long will you be gone Christine?" Rachel asked 
her.

"I'll try and be back by Tuesday, I'd like to see you 
again then lover," she told Rachel.

"Anytime, any place you want me Christine, I'll be 
waiting for you love," she told her.

The two stood closely together as they paused at the 
front door, their hands loving each other's bodies. 
They kissed then, their tongues probing the heat of 
each other's mouths; they were both left shaking and 
breathless at the break.

Christine looked into the eyes of her lover and saw 
once more the fires of her longing, there was a 
pleading there she knew she couldn't answer now.

"Goodbye love," she whispered as she turned and made 
her exit.

Rachel smiled as leaned back against the door that 
Christine had just left through. Her plan was working, 
she had now made love to both the husband, and the 
wife, and she now knew she would be successful.

Rachel showered and then sat quietly waiting for Roman 
to return, she thought about recent events involving 
Roman, and his wife Christine. She supposed some would 
consider her calculating, but she didn't care.

All that Rachel understood was this, that after her 
first lovemaking session with Roman, she simply 
couldn't let him out of her life. That's why she had 
seduced his wife; she knew that they would eventually 
get back together again.

But when they did, she wanted both of them to feel as 
if they couldn't go on without her friendship. She was 
aware of Christine's strong feelings for her husband. 
And this was the only way she could insure that she 
would be in Romans life in the future.

Once he learned the truth about what had actually 
happened he would be right back in Christine's arms 
again, and she herself would be an outcast.

Rachel nodded off for as she sat there and only awoke 
when she heard Roman coming through the front door. Her 
heart leapt at the sound of his approaching footsteps.

She jumped from the coach and ran toward him, hurling 
herself into his arms, her legs locked around his 
middle and her arms slung around his neck.

Her lips crashed hard against his, as she squeezed him 
as hard as her small arms could.

"I have been a good girl and waited quietly for you my 
Lord," she whispered in his ear.

"Shouldn't my patience be rewarded my love," she said, 
as her teeth teased his lobe.

Roman, being totally surprised by her greeting was 
momentarily knocked off balance. But as she continued 
to kiss and paw him... and the heat of her mound warmed 
his belly, he felt the old familiar stirring.

"I suppose there should be a reward of some kind wench, 
for your obedience," he chuckled.

Rachel lowered herself to the floor slowly, making sure 
she passed over his growing member with her warm pussy 
on the way down. She took his hand and led him to the 
old overstuffed recliner at the other end of the 
library.

"Sit my Lord... and I'll bring refreshments for you," 
she told him as he seated himself.

Rachel kneeled in front of him and began to unlace the 
strings of his shoes and pulled each off in turn, 
smiling at him when she was finished.

"Wait until I return Lord and don't move please," she 
told him.

She hurried off to the kitchen down the hall and was 
only gone a short while. She came in and stood in front 
him in the sheer lace bra and bikini undies she wore 
and busied herself placing the small service table she 
brought at his side.

She sat the glass of red wine beside him and said, 
"Don't leave my Lord I shall return shortly." Rachel 
had Paula to thank for the little game she was now 
playing with Roman. Christine had once confided to 
Paula about how much Roman loved to play it, and Paula 
had in turn told Rachel.

Rachel returned with a tray of cheeses, black olives 
and assorted crackers for Roman's enjoyment and placed 
the tray beside him as well. She had picked up all the 
little refreshments on her outing with Paula.

"You flatter me with your service wench, but there is 
another hunger that needs satisfying," he told her as 
he took a long pull from his wine glass.

"And is it a hunger this maid might help you with sir," 
she said smiling, as she toyed with the lace at the top 
of her stockings.

"You may indeed prove useful, you've been naughty today 
haven't you wench. Don't lie to me, I can see it in 
your eyes," he told her roughly.

"Please don't be angry with me my Lord, but while 
picking up supplies for your mansion I happened upon a 
knave working in the local bakery. He had an enormous 
bulge in his pants and I couldn't take my eyes off of 
it. Before I had finished my business their, my panties 
were completely soaked," she recited.

"I was so hot that when I came home and entered my 
Lords mansion I threw myself on his bed and fucked 
myself with my own fingers. I felt so wicked and very 
ashamed when I was finished sir... will you punish me 
now my Lord?" she asked him.

"Wench, you know that correction is warranted, now lay 
yourself across my knees and I shall purify you of this 
transgression!" he told her.

"Yes my Lord... will it hurt sir?" she asked timidly.

"I'm afraid it shall my wayward wench!" he responded.

"Yes sir," she replied, before laying her body prone 
across his knees.

Roman began gently with her, a salvo of light playful 
slaps, with a break to manipulate her clit and explore 
the folds of her mound. She sighed heavily when he 
passed over her clit.

Smack!... Smack!... Smack! These blows were a little 
harder this time but still not excruciatingly 
stressful.

"I'm so sorry sir, please forgive!" she whimpered.

"You'll be sorrier before I'm finished with you wench!" 
he thundered.

"Yes sir," she replied meekly.

"Smack!... Smack!... Smack! Roman rained down a torrent 
of well-metered blows against the stunning ass of 
Rachel Tonsi.

"You know that desiring any man but me is a sin, you 
also know that you are not allowed to use my pussy 
without my express permission don't you slut!" his 
voice deep and menacing as the game went forward.

"Yes sir, but your slut is very sorry sir, please have 
mercy!" she begged. She smiled as she felt his fingers 
enter her passage again and fuck themselves rapidly 
into her body, flaring the heat he had already created 
there.

The sting of his slaps were bearable and exciting, when 
mingled with the probing his fingers performed on her 
pussy, she was beginning to enjoy this game almost as 
much as he did.

"Mercy... before I'm through you won't need mercy, 
you'll be too afraid to ever do something like this 
again slut!" he roared.

He delivered a meaningful round of blows to Rachel's 
ass that left her squirming and her cheeks hot. But 
afterward, he slammed three fingers into her now 
sopping cunt, as she squirmed in pleasure over his rock 
hard cock.

"Oh yes sir," she cooed as his fingers deepened the 
pleasure of her cunt.

"You like it don't you slut?" he asked her.

"Yes sir, and if you'd give your slut the chance she'd 
prove it to you sir," she responded. Rachel ass was 
smarting now, but she was also hot enough to come... 
and she wanted to fuck, badly!

"Then you will have your chance," he told her, and with 
that he rolled her off his lap.

Rachel turned and immediately began to disrobe her 
lover, unbuckling his belt and then tugging his pants 
off. When she pulled his boxers off his large, stiff 
cock sprang into view, making her mouth water.

"Suck me slut until he's proud!" he told her.

"Sir, do you like the way your slut sucks your cock?" 
she asked a little too enthusiastically.

Roman simply smiled at her, as she ran her tongue 
rapaciously around the head of his stiff cock. As he 
swelled, she ran her mouth along the sides of it and 
afterward, began to work it into her mouth. Rachel's 
mouth and tongue slurped around his meat hungrily, as 
she moaned deeply in her throat.

With each rapid downward thrust Rachel went a little 
father until at last she had the whole thing in her 
tiny mouth. Roman felt it hit the back of her throat 
and continue down, but Rachel could only hold it there 
a moment or two before having to come up for air.

The ring at the back of her throat was tight enough to 
create some wonderful sensations in his body as his 
cock passed through it. She was wicked on him, her 
mouth hungrily devouring his staff as her nails toyed 
with his bag.

Rachel felt the heat building between her legs as she 
put her best effort into pleasing the man she loved. 
Her head bobbed swiftly up and down his shaft, as her 
small warm hand delicately held his balls.

She squeezed his stones softly and smiled as he 
groaned, filled with pride that she had made him so 
hot. Inside her mouth, her tongue washed all around 
Roman's huge shaft. Her sucking became increasingly 
aggressive as she monitored the ragged gasps of his 
breath.

Rachel had made a mess of him with all her saliva, it 
was all over his bag and thighs, but he wasn't about to 
say a word about it to her. Rachel took him to the 
edge, and when his cock began to swell in her mouth, 
she pulled off and left him high and dry.

She stood after that and turned around then she bent 
over directly in front of him. What he saw nearly made 
him come; her full, swollen lips, were wet from her 
juices and Roman could see the hard little button 
protruding from beyond her crevice.

"I'm so sorry sir, but I need to stretch," she said, as 
she looked back at him with a naughty little smile.

Roman returned her smile as he kneeled behind her 
clean, bald opening. He moved close enough to take her 
scent, inhaling deeply, she was light musk and leather 
and he loved it.

His fingers ran lightly over the smooth skin of her 
cheeks, hips, and thighs and all the way up her back. 
As his fingers devoured her velvet skin Rachel placed 
her upper body flat against the carpet but left her ass 
high in the air for her lovers inspection and pleasure.

Roman's tongue moved forward taking a long forceful 
swipe from the bottom of her crease all the way to her 
clit. Rachel shuddered when his thick, hard tongue, 
passed over her rigid little button.

Roman alternated between quick light licks and long 
strong lashes, as he antagonized the hungry flesh of 
her swollen cunt. She moaned when he finally extended 
his hot muscle as deeply as he could into her passage, 
and probed her forcefully.

"Yes Roman... yes!!" she hissed.

Roman continued splitting his effort between her clit 
and her wet tasty passage, while periodically pausing 
to nibble on the full, swollen folds, of her labia. And 
dragging his teeth with studied deliberation along the 
high ridges of her crease.

Rachel was cooing non-stop as he continued his 
relentless exploration of her beautiful mound. The more 
he tongued her, the more fluids she excreted, and the 
ambient air space around them was filled with her hot 
scent.

Roman's tongue made a flirtatious foray into the slit 
of her sweet ass and probed her there. But Rachel was 
far to tight for his tongue to make much progress at 
all. But he did enjoy the way she jerked, and moaned, 
as his sharp tongue begged its entrance.

"Oh God Roman, no please!!" she whimpered when she felt 
the hot tip of his tongue touch her ass.

Roman raised his face from her body and passed the 
engorged head of his cock up and down her slit. 
Enjoying the sounds she made with each pass.

He pressed the head into her slowly several times, 
pausing at each retreat to watch her lips slowly close 
together again in his absence. She was panting now, 
wiggling and gyrating her lovely ass, as she hunted for 
his cock.

"Sir, do think its time to take me yet?" she asked 
shyly.

Smack!... Smack! She gasped at the unexpected sting on 
her cheeks and nearly came from the unexpected thrill 
of his action.

Roman placed the head of his cock at the entrance to 
her dark hole and paused waiting for her reaction.

"Oh no sir... I can't... its just I never have!" she 
said tensely.

"Do you trust me slut?" he asked her gently.

"Yes Roman!" she breathed.

Roman lowered his face once more and drove his tongue 
hard at her dark slit. Rachel sighed heavily, as the 
hot, wet intruder, made an earnest attempt to gain 
entry into her forbidden passage.

Roman reached through her legs and began to tease her 
sensitive clit, as his tongue continued its romance 
with her ass. Before long just the hot tip barely made 
it in and Rachel gasped strongly and shivered.

After that first initial intrusion was found to be 
pleasurable by his mistress, Rachel began to move back 
against his seeking tongue moaning with each pass of 
its tip.

Rachel's tight little ass pulsed as she squirmed 
against her lover's mouth her pleasure building rapidly 
in both areas Roman was caressing. Roman raised himself 
to a full kneeling position, then passed the head of 
his cock over her anal opening several times.

"Oh God Roman, I would never deny you anything, take me 
however you please lover," she panted.

"Thank you Rachel... for trusting me," he replied with 
a smile.

He placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her 
ass and pushed forward gently, aided in his effort by 
the abundance of saliva present. She was tight, 
probably virgin most likely, and it took several 
attempts to gain a foothold.

Once the head popped in Rachel gasped sharply and 
shivered at the sensation of the first entry of a cock 
into her ass. Rachel's hand found its way to her clit 
and she began to seriously romance the tender little 
loner.

Roman eased in a little at a time and back out gently 
as well, giving Rachel's body time to adjust to his 
presence. Her dark passage was extremely hot and almost 
painfully tight; Roman knew he would need to proceed 
slowly in order not to explode to soon.

"Oh God Roman its big!" she whimpered.

Rachel's discomfort was waning quickly, due no doubt; 
to the work of her fingers between her legs, she was 
wet everywhere down there. Roman's pulse was a roar in 
his ears as continued to feed his cock in the beautiful 
blond below.

Rachel was beginning to wiggle her ass against Roman's 
cock as he continued to strive for full entry. The 
entry ring of her passage had relaxed somewhat by now 
and she was starting to loosen up a bit.

"Do you like the way your slut feels sir?" she purred.

"Yes Rachel, I've never felt anything this good 
before!" his voice raspy when he replied!

"Does that mean you'll be keeping your slut for a while 
longer sir," she cooed.

"Yes I suppose, if she can learn to cook," he chuckled.

Rachel smiled as her fingers rapidly employed 
themselves against her sensitive pussy. It was wickedly 
perverse to have his hard, flinching cock, buried in 
her ass. She was more excited then she could ever 
remember being before, and knew she was headed for a 
monumental eruption.

Roman decided to refrain from attempting to get the 
whole of his cock into her this time. It was most 
important that they conclude her new experience as 
pleasurably as possible the first time out.

She was moaning and hissing now, as her perfectly 
formed cheeks slammed back on his probing cock. Roman 
cold see one small trickle of fluids racing down the 
inside of her thigh.

He sincerely hoped she would come soon, because he was 
in fact unsure of how much longer he could last. She 
was hotter than anything he'd ever experienced before, 
and the tightest fuck he'd ever had.

"Oh God sir... I never knew it could be this way, I 
love the feel of it!" she panted.

His cock was nearly all the way in now and feeling 
wonderful. Rachel had inserted two fingers into her now 
sopping cunt and was fucking it like crazy.

"Fuck me Roman... fuck my hot little ass with that big 
cock," she hissed, as she furiously drove back at his 
seeking member.

Rachel's hot, tight ass, went into spasms sending 
strong ripples all along Roman's hard shaft and setting 
off his own eruption. The hot molten flow of his seed 
slammed into her ass as she cried out in ecstasy 
beneath him.

"Oh Roman... Oh fuck I'm coming baby," she screamed, as 
her body arched and went completely still in front of 
him. All except her ass, which continued to grasp, and 
pull, at his lurching cock as it continued to spit hot 
cream all along her tight passage.

When he pulled out of her she rolled to her side and 
motioned Roman to join her. He lay down beside her and 
looked into her eyes and she kissed him them.

"I enjoyed it Roman... I didn't think I would at first, 
but it got better. I'm glad you were the first one, I 
don't think I could've done it with anyone else," she 
told him.

"I'm happy you got pleasure out of it Rachel, and thank 
you for letting me try it," he said before kissing her.

Rachel rose after that kiss and made her way down the 
hall to the bath, she returned with a hot soapy 
washcloth and dry towel. She gently cleaned Roman's 
cock, stroking it softly with the warm cloth and then 
drying him when she was finished.

They lounged together for some time after that on the 
brass daybed, snuggled closely, necking, feeling, and 
just plain loving. Roman took the next day off; he was 
at a temporary standstill in the work anyhow, and spent 
the day with Rachel.

He teased her body in the mall as she shopped for new 
exotics; he fondled her in the restaurant in full view 
of the waiter. And pinched her ass hard enough to make 
her yelp in line at the movies. They were in love and 
had a wonderful day of it.

*

Christine left early that Wednesday morning after 
having a cup of coffee with Gene's parents and thanking 
them for their hospitality. As she motored back to her 
hometown of Omaha, she inventoried the acts taken to 
redeem her husband, and weighted the successes of all.

Overall she was very pleased with their progress and 
was assured that soon she would have her husband back 
in her arms again, where he belonged. She reached over 
to turn on the radio never paying any attention to the 
sleek red car coming her way.

It wasn't until she looked up from the push button 
selector that terror filled her heart, as she realized 
there was no time to miss the car now coming straight 
at her in her lane.

Christine woke up two weeks later, where, she wasn't 
sure, she knew she was in a hospital but in what city 
was unknown to her. She had a cast on covering her from 
her left leg, to her neck, and she was in more pain 
than she'd ever felt in her life.

Her head was bandaged and both arms were in traction, 
someone told her; the air bag did work, but was 
instantly punctured and deflated. The three teenage 
boys in the car that hit her were drinking, one had 
died the other two were fighting for their lives.

Then mercifully she fell back into a deep sleep again.

When Paula got the phone call from a mutual friend that 
lived in Omaha about what had happened she was broken 
hearted. Christine had only been fifteen minutes 
outside of Omaha when the accident occurred, fifteen 
minutes, damn Paula thought as her tears flowed freely!

She and Gene put their heads together and decided it 
was better not to tell Roman just yet. They did let 
Rachel know, but asked her to hold it from Roman and 
not say anything.

Christine had invested hundreds of thousands of their 
money in the old mansion. Its purchase and the supplies 
for the restoration, not to mention disbursements to 
various contractors, it all added up to more than a 
tidy sum.

Gene decided for purely financial reasons to go forward 
with the project and keep Roman hustling toward the 
finish. He was not about to see his old friends go 
broke before they were even reunited again, not after 
this.

When Rachel hung up the phone from talking to Paula she 
broke down and cried. Not because she was guilty about 
being a conniving bitch trying to worm her way into 
Roman's life. But because she genuinely cared about 
Christine, she realized after making love to her, that 
she was a lonely spirit that only wanted to be loved, 
not unlike herself.

Rachel drove to the mansion that night and surprised 
Roman with her presence there, she usually didn't show 
up until the weekend. She was subdued and absorbed in 
her lover's arms that night, and had wanted to remain 
very close to him all evening.

"Would you please let me spend the night here with you 
Roman? We don't need to have sex if you don't want to, 
I just want to be near you tonight if that's ok," she 
asked him softly.

Roman knew something was troubling Rachel deeply, but 
she hadn't offered an explanation so he decided not to 
press the issue.

"Rachel, I care about you and their will always be a 
place for you next to me," he told her as he placed his 
arms around her. They didn't make love that evening, 
but held each other closely, and necked a great deal.

She spent almost every free moment with him after that, 
it seemed she was there constantly, and she could tell 
Roman loved her company. She helped him with the 
restoration in every way she could, and proved to be 
nearly indispensable to Roman along the way.

The work progressed nicely over the next month, and a 
great deal was accomplished. Rachel had all but moved 
in with him, renovating the room he took her in the 
first time they met, and making it theirs. It's the 
place where he made her beg him to use her, and poured 
all his passion into her heart.

Christine was heart broken when the doctor informed her 
that her face would need extensive reconstructive 
surgery.

She searched her memory for any incident that would 
warrant the cruel turn of events, which had taken place 
in her life lately. She found nothing worthy of this 
kind of physical, and mental pain, as she lay there and 
cried her heart out.

Over the next several months, both Paula and Rachel 
made numerous visits to her. Attempting to elevate her 
spirits, and keep her depression in check.

The healing and numerous surgeries, it seemed, went 
painfully slow from Christine's perspective.

One afternoon Rachel happened to pop in and bending 
down over her bed, kissed the still bedridden Christine 
on the lips. They discussed Christine's progress along 
with the rump, and breast lift, she had received while 
under.

There were still two remaining operations on her face 
to go, but the doctors seemed pleased with the progress 
so far. Christine was anxious to see her new face, 
because the surgeon had said, it wouldn't look anything 
like the old one.

Rachel also brought her up to speed on Roman and the 
restoration project. But she never mentioned her affair 
with Christine's husband, or the feelings they had 
developed for each other.

"I have come my fine woman as an angel of deliverance," 
she giggled.

"Ok, so what are you delivering?" Christine asked her.

"I have come to deliver you from this horrible fever my 
love," Rachel whispered.

"But I have no..." Christine paused as she caught on, 
while Rachel sat down on the side of her bed. She 
seated herself between Christine and the entrance to 
the room.

Rachel's slender fingers began to slide up the inside 
of Christine's hospital gown, pausing along the way to 
rake her nails against the smooth skin of her thigh.

"Do you remember what this wicked tongue did to you, 
before you left Christine?"

Christine indeed remembered, vividly, as the blood 
began to pour into her labia.

Rachel's hand continued, in its unwavering commitment 
to find the junction of her thighs. When she touched 
her mark Christine moaned lightly.

But when Rachel began to smack Christine's clit with 
two fingers, the moan changed to a shiver, attached to 
a deep sob. She could feel the little hooded monk, 
expanding beneath her gentle caress.

"You were so beautiful when you cried out, and flooded 
your thighs Christine. You were pure, explosive joy, 
beneath my tongue and hands, my love," her voice 
delicate now.

Rachel leaned over again and kissed Christine's lips, 
and found her response much warmer this time around. 
Christine's opening was beginning to weep on Rachel's 
fingers now, a sure indication that the therapy was 
working well.

"When I get you back home lover, I'm going to strap 
your lovely ass to that large old desk, belly down. 
Then, I'll beat those perfect new cheeks of yours beet 
red. I'll tease you, until you beg like the pussy 
licking slut you really are, and plead with me to allow 
you to cum.

"Yes..." Christine hissed, as Rachel's fingers slid 
deeper into her cunt.

Rachel could clearly see by Christine's ragged 
respiration and fluid flow that she was rapidly 
approaching orgasm. So she pulled her fingers out and 
stopped all movement.

Christine's eyes went wide and her face immediately 
took on a pout as she grabbed for Rachel's hand, "You 
wicked bitch Rachel," she hissed!

"No... no... no, Naughty... naughty. Now, you must say 
please before I continue!" she said smugly.

"Please!" Christine croaked.

"Are you absolutely sure that you want me to fuck you 
again Christine, and make you all wet and squishy?" 
Rachel teased.

"Please Rachel," Christine whispered very softly.

Rachel pummeled Christine's hungry opening, and it was 
all she could do to keep from screaming, when she free 
fell into her altered orgasmic state.

When she had regained her senses, Rachel stroked her 
arm and whispered to her, about how beautiful she was 
going to look when the bandages all came off. Rachel 
stayed with her friend, until she fell off to sleep.

"I love you Rachel," she had whispered just before she 
drifted off.

Christine stood before the mirror examining her face 
and body; medical science had done all that it could to 
correct her injuries. She stripped and turned sideways 
to the glass, examining her body and face from every 
angle.

"Wow," Rachel breathed with a low whistle, you're even 
more beautiful than before Christine. Admiration and 
praise, dripping from the lovely blonds voice as she 
spoke.

"Thank you Rachel," Christine said softly.

She had to admit; it had all turned out much better 
than she'd thought it would. The plastic surgeon had 
done a wonderful job with her breasts and buttocks. She 
didn't know the face looking back out at her, but the 
woman was indeed beautiful, and her lips were fuller 
now she also looked ten years younger.

"Do you think Roman would recognize me Rachel?" 
Christine asked.

"No way Christine, I wouldn't know it was you if I 
weren't standing here right now!" she said.

"Do you really think I look as good as before?" 
Christine asked.

"In some ways you look better Christine, you look 
younger and with the additional enhancements you're 
much sexier now too," she replied!

"You will be by my side when we tour the house and I 
meet Roman again wont you Rachel?" Christine asked 
softly.

"Yes baby, every step of the way," Rachel replied.

They held each other for a moment before leaving the 
hospital, and heading out to Gene's parent's house. 
They planned the tour two days from now, on a Saturday. 
The crews would be gone and Roman would most certainly 
be there.

Christine napped after her arrival back at the Burkett 
home and dreamt again of Roman, it was a good dream.

Saturday arrived and Christine was in turmoil 
anticipating, what, she wasn't sure of, but impatient 
to see Roman again. As Rachel slowed her car down to 
turn into the red brick drive she spotted Roman's 
pickup truck and knew then he was present.

She went around to Christine's door after shutting the 
engine off and opened her door. Christine placed one 
foot on the ground and the other on the lower doorsill, 
and paused.

Rachel could plainly see that she was shaking and bent 
down beside her, her hand unconsciously sliding up the 
inside of Christine's leg. "What's wrong Christine, are 
you nervous," Rachel ask with genuine concern?

"What if Roman isn't pleased with my appearance Rachel? 
What if he decides that he doesn't want me anymore? I'm 
frightened Rachel, I don't know what I'll do if he 
turns me away!" she sobbed.

Rachel's hand gently stroked the skin of Christine's 
thigh, and moved slowly up toward her mound, as she 
spoke. It came to rest with Rachel's finger lightly 
resting on the top of her pubic bone.

"Love, you're a marvelous lady and Roman still loves 
you deeply. You need to explain what really happened 
that night to him; you owe him that much Christine. 
Come, I'll help you," Rachel told her gently, before 
leaning in to gently kiss her.

With her hand in Rachel's, Christine stood with a new 
resolve to finish this and see its conclusion. Accepted 
or rejected this segment of the event would be done 
with, and that alone would be a relief.

Rachel rang the buzzer before entering the house and 
paused briefly before entering. Roman met the two as 
they entered waiting to find out who Rachel's friend 
was.

"Roman, I hope you don't mind this intrusion too much, 
but my friend would like to see the house, do mind if I 
show her around?" she asked.

"No, not at all Rachel, its your house after all... 
feel free," he told her.

"This is my friend Christine, Roman. Christine this is 
Roman Pirelli, the man responsible for directing all 
the improvements her," Rachel concluded.

Roman extended his hand to the beautiful stranger and 
gently shook the small delicate hand she returned. 
"Very pleased to meet you Christine, the house isn't 
finished yet, theirs roughly about another six weeks to 
go. But the major portion of the interior 
reconstruction is over." He told her.

Rachel's friend didn't say anything, but only smiled as 
she lowered her eyes to the floor. "Ok, well, we're off 
then Roman, see you in a little while, lets start 
upstairs and work our way down Christine," Rachel said 
as they moved off.

Roman thought that it had been the strangest 
introduction he'd ever been through, as he watched the 
two head for the second story level. There was 
something strange about Rachel's friend, something... 
almost familiar about her, but Roman knew he'd never 
met her before today.

Rachel impatiently hustled Christine into one of the 
upstairs bedrooms and closed the door.

"Why didn't you speak to him Christine, for God's sake 
you're going to need to talk with him sometime before 
we go!!" Rachel's frustration with what had transpired 
highly evident in her voice.

"I just froze Rachel... please forgive me, I didn't 
intend to anger you, perhaps we should just leave," she 
suggested.

"God, no Christine! She looked at her friend who now 
had tears forming in her eyes. It was then that Rachel 
was struck with them realization, that Christine's fear 
of rejection might jeopardize the entire reunion. She 
was suddenly filled with empathy for the sad little 
creature in front of her.

"Christine, I want you to remain here until I return to 
get you, I wont be long, do you promise to remain," 
Rachel asked her.

"Yes...!!" Christine sobbed.

Rachel left the room and headed downstairs to the 
library where she knew Roman would likely be. She 
paused in front of him momentarily to check the 
condition of her own emotional state of being.

Rachel placed her arms around Roman's neck, and kissed 
him before speaking.

"Do you have feelings for me Roman?" She asked him as 
she stroked the side of his neck.

"That question doesn't even need to be asked Rachel, 
you know I do," he replied.

"Then you'd better sit down lover... I have something 
to tell you!"

Rachel began with the rape, and explained the drugs. 
She covered Christine's search for him, and the plan 
she formulated on her own after his discovery. Last of 
all Rachel expounded on Christine's accident and long 
painful surgery's.

Rachel could see the self-accusation in his face along 
with his pain and confusion.

"I know this is all a shock my love, and I am fearful 
too. As I have no idea where it leaves the two of us, 
and I so want to keep you in my life Roman. I love 
you!" she said softly as her eyes misted from the 
stress.

Roman held her closely and whispered, "Whatever comes 
out of today you must never leave me Rachel... I need 
you!"

Rachel placed the side of her face at his chest and 
with her arms around his waist, she wept. "Oh Roman, 
you'll need to drive me away love," she sobbed.

"Wait... wait here Roman and I'll bring Christine to 
you," Rachel told him.

When Christine entered the room her heart was racing, 
her legs weak, and her mouth parched.

Roman looked again at the woman in front of him, she 
didn't look a thing like the Christine he'd known, but 
she was beautiful. He could plainly see that she was 
stressed emotionally, her nerves drawn tightly.

"Hello Roman," she said after stopping in front of him.

When her eyes swept up to meet his own, Roman knew his 
wife. He took her in his arms and kissed her. 
Christine's emotions flared and overcome by the 
closeness' of him began to cry tears rolled down her 
face as she shook next to the man she had missed so 
long now.

"There is one other thing you should know Roman, Rachel 
has become my lover through all of this and I have 
developed very deep feelings for her. I don't want that 
to end, I truly do care for her Roman, and don't want 
to hurt her," she told him.

Roman placed his lips close to Christine's ear and 
spoke low so only she could hear, then recited.

 The heart of love is a fragile life
 But a gentle breeze may end its light
 And the night embrace its stillness...
 forever more
 Love while you can for the night comes
 And the stillness beckons always

"Its beautiful Roman, did you write it?" Christine 
asked.

"Yes wife, I did," he told her.

"I understand your position Christine, but you should 
know that I and Rachel have also been involved with 
each other, and I'm in love with her as well. I 
wouldn't dream of sending her away wife," he said

Rachel walked up to their side and offered her lips to 
Roman who kissed her lightly and smiled. Rachel then 
turned to Christine for assurance and felt Christine 
place her hand directly on her mound before brushing 
lips with her.

Reaching down, Rachel immediately divested herself of 
her pullover dress, and stood beside them in her 
panties, bra, stockings, and high heels. Christine 
turned fully toward her and kissed her again, as her 
hand snaked into Rachel's briefs. Rachel groaned out 
loud as Christine's warm fingers passed over her tender 
clit.

While the two were embraced, Roman stepped behind 
Rachel matching his bulge with the crease of her lovely 
ass, and pulled her tightly against him. He raised his 
hands to her breasts and began to gently maul her soft 
globes. It was so very exciting to Christine, that both 
she and Roman would make love to this beautiful 
creature at the same time.

"I love you both very much," Rachel whispered.

Christine kneeled in front of Rachel and tugged her 
undies down to her ankles, and then removed them. Roman 
then let his cock rest and extend between her legs, 
just below her gaping pussy lips, and employed his 
mouth, tongue, and teeth against the side of her neck.

At the first touch of Christine's tongue on her folds, 
Rachel shivered deeply and whimpered. Knowing what was 
coming stirred her body deeply. Christine's adept 
tongue immediately excited her, as it probed the most 
intensely sensitive area of her being. Christine also 
passed that wicked tongue over the head of Romans 
projected cock periodically, making him unsteady on his 
feet.

"Oh god you two, I'm getting very hot!" she said 
between gasps.

Rachel stepped away from Christine's inquisitive tongue 
and sat down on the edge of the leather sofa. Her feet 
were flat on the edge and wide, as her ass was likewise 
positioned so her pussy was easily accessible.

"Come Christine to your duty," she giggled.

"And you Roman, my love forever, I want to see you take 
her from behind," she told him smiling.

Roman looked at Christine and smiled, her lips rushed 
to his and kissed him before she moved off, to kneel 
before Rachel.

Christine looked into Rachel's eyes and gave her lover 
a sensuous smile, and immediately rammed her hard 
tongue into the passage waiting before her. Rachel 
gasped and her hips jerked sharply, with Christine's 
brutal entry into her cunt. Christine varied her speed 
and pressure on the beautiful young blond, and bringing 
all of her culinary skills to bear had the wench 
whimpering in no time at all.

"Does my taste and scent appeal to you Lover?" she 
asked Christine between gasps.

"You always appeal to me my heart" Christine responded.

Roman had positioned himself behind his wife and 
prepared to make his entry, but he tarried. He dallied 
at the shocking contrast of his wife's dark gypsy hair 
against the smooth, creamy white skin, of Rachel's 
thighs. It aroused him, who besides a raven headed; 
browned eyed Italian would consider sex, an artistic 
art form. But the sight before him convinced him so, it 
was feminine in nature and dynamically erotic, and 
Roman loved it.

As he had watched Christine ravenously devour Rachel, 
he had passed his fingers unconsciously over 
Christine's clit repeatedly. Unnoticed by him, her hips 
were bucking wildly now, and her outer folds were 
swollen and glistening.

"Oh God Roman... I have missed you so much!" Christine 
cried out, as Roman savagely took what was his, 
impaling her with his full length.

His cock was immediately saturated with the hot, heady 
fluids, of his passionate wife's body. He pumped her 
rapidly as he lightly slapped her cheek, loving the 
crack of flesh on flesh. His eyes leveled with Rachel's 
in front of him, and found her delirious with lust.

He slapped Christine's ass again several times as he 
pumped his burgeoning cock into her wet slit. Roman ran 
his finger through the wet fluids of Christine's hot 
cunt, and passed it over her dark hole. Then began to 
tease the tight opening, tickling it with his 
fingernail and probing it lightly as he fucked her.

Christine threw back her head and hissed at him, as his 
first knuckle made its way past her tight ring, "Only 
you can do this to me Roman... make me feel like a 
cheap, hot slut out of control... and make me love it!"

Roman smiled, as her body began to quake and shudder, 
while his finger seated itself deeply in her hot ass.

"Oh fuck Roman... you bastard, I love you!!" Christine 
screamed back at him, as her orgasm began.

As Roman looked on, Rachel's eyes were wide open and 
fevered, as she began to scream as well.

Christine flat lined, as relating to her body movement, 
and her fluids inundated Romans groin. Her pussy 
convulsed tightly on his lurching cock, as he emptied 
himself in the soft clutches of her raging passage.

Later, when calm sanity prevailed again, they all three 
snuggled on the sofa. And touched, fondled, laughed and 
made fun of each other, and all fell in love together.

"Christine we must decide if we're going to remain in 
Omaha, or start over here, I think that Rachel needs to 
be the one to make that decision for all of us because 
she's still in college. There are some excellent 
institutions back home but she may not want to switch," 
Roman told them.

"Because of course, she's going to move in with us. I 
know neither of us can picture life without her again, 
because both of us are in love with her," he had 
continued.

Rachel jumped right in at the pause and said, "I will 
not impose on your lives that way, we are lovers and I 
will follow the two of you where ever you choose to 
live. I can finish my credits anywhere," she told them.

"We can settle all of this tomorrow... but right now. 
Come here Rachel," Roman said, as the bulge in his 
shorts flinched wild with new life again.

End                               DuePain@yahoo.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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