‘Oh no, how much did she see?’ asks Helen.
‘Plenty, by the looks of things’ replies Richard.
‘What we did was lovely Richard, but it is Abbi that I really….’
‘Yes I know’ says Richard as he stops her in mid-sentence. ‘You have love for my daughter and what we had was a physical need we both had at that moment’
‘Yes something like Richard but we must now get to Abbi, I must explain’ says Helen as she begins to gently sob, resting her head on his shoulder whilst he cuddles her.
‘I just want you to know Helen, that I think you are a lovely young lady and it was not just my lust, OK?’
‘Yes I understand’ says Helen as she gives Richard a gentle kiss on the lips before going indoors in search of Abbi and parting from their physical contact.
They both knocked on Abbi’s door, they kept knocking until Richard says
‘Come on Helen, you need rest, there is the spare room here, use it, you have work in the morning’
‘I guess there is little point in continuing this, so thank you Richard, yes.’
Helen steps out of her dress and moves her hand inside her panties, Richard’s sperm inside them having run down from her vagina. She sighs and strips getting under the covers naked. She thinks for a good little while and plans in her own mind how she might get out of this mess, finally telling herself that things will be clearer in the morning and that she will solve nothing right now. Feeling alone and vulnerable in a strange bed she drifts off.
The house is quiet now and Richard is worried. He knows he has taken advantage but really, just how much? Helen was there and offering wasn’t she? Such a delightful young lady who needs and deserves a good man. He is on his fourth can of lager. He gulps it down… ‘girls, who would have them he thinks to himself’. He looks in at Helen, so serene in her sleep, on her side and remembers. Her large bum, her fantastic tits and her oh so welcoming cunt. He moves off to his bedroom thinking. He undresses and gets into his pyjamas. He lies on his bed thinking of Helen, takes his cock in his hand and begins to rub stopping before losing control. He gets out of bed, wanting to have another look. There she is, in the same position. He quietly tiptoes into the bedroom to get closer. She does not move. He moves the duvet back and still no movement as he slides in behind her, moving his hand over to her breast gently fondling as she stirs. He feels her gently hold his hand. He moves his lower body closer, his erection against her bum cheeks and then pushing into her from behind, at first against the clitoris and then into the neck of her vagina as she feels him and stirs more.
‘No Richard’ she says in her half sleep.
He hears ‘ohhh Richard’ as he moves her onto her back.
Helen’s body is now in front of him, naked as he pulls back the covers, her full breasts resting on her chest and stomach, that triangle of brown hair just visiible as she looks up and sees his erect penis. His hand is on it rubbing as he moves a knee either side of her body. He grasps her breasts and thrusts his cock in between them. Helen lies there passively as Richard takes his pleasure fucking those tits. He loves the softness of the breast flesh, the feel on the end of his cock and the way his cock is lost in their depth. His balls release as he stares at her huge erect nipples, panting as he collapses onto the bed leaving Helen's breasts covered in his cum.
Richard breaks the silence saying ‘I just needed to….’
Helen interrupts him ‘yes but I love Abbi and this has to stop’
‘Yes I know, I know and I will, I have’
‘Good, now go!’
Richard tiptoes out. Helen wipes herself clean as best she can, feeling sick. She lies there in the dark for a good while before dozing off.
Helen does not want to face Abbi the next morning and fully understands her upset. She catches the train into work phoning through for a bouquet of red roses to be sent to Abbi at home ‘with much love from Helen xxxxxx’. She also sets out the rough draft for an email she intends to send as follows:
''My dear Abbi,
I send this email wishing to express my profound regret at the events of last night with your father. It was wrong of me to engage with him as I did for it is you that I love and not him. Please believe that it was lust and not love.
I am not asking for your forgiveness for I do not deserve it. I do want us though to move forward from the upset and live our lives as a partnership together. I have discontinued contact with your father for I feel that I need to gain your trust and there must not be any unnecessary challenges to that at this time.
I have informed the library that you are feeling poorly this morning and am undertaking your work as well as mine until such time as things are sorted. I do very much hope that I am going to see you back at the library very soon.
I am seeing my mother this evening and believe that she holds the key to the author and all the sexuality that we have been experiencing/enjoying/suffering recently. Yes all three and it has been fun but again that needs to end now. I want us to start afresh as a partnership with you as my girlfriend. My real girlfriend Abbi and perhaps we can find a little flat together near the library. I do very much hope that you are agreeable to this.
I am sure my mother will identify the author for us.
I am very much hoping that you will accept my proposal and that we can meet say tomorrow and go forward together.
Love Helen xxxxxx''
Helen walks into the library and explains away Abbi’s absence. She takes some time out to update and perfect the rough draft of the email and sends it off, heart pounding. She hopes to the bottom of her heart that Abbi will have her.
‘Plenty, by the looks of things’ replies Richard.
‘What we did was lovely Richard, but it is Abbi that I really….’
‘Yes I know’ says Richard as he stops her in mid-sentence. ‘You have love for my daughter and what we had was a physical need we both had at that moment’
‘Yes something like Richard but we must now get to Abbi, I must explain’ says Helen as she begins to gently sob, resting her head on his shoulder whilst he cuddles her.
‘I just want you to know Helen, that I think you are a lovely young lady and it was not just my lust, OK?’
‘Yes I understand’ says Helen as she gives Richard a gentle kiss on the lips before going indoors in search of Abbi and parting from their physical contact.
They both knocked on Abbi’s door, they kept knocking until Richard says
‘Come on Helen, you need rest, there is the spare room here, use it, you have work in the morning’
‘I guess there is little point in continuing this, so thank you Richard, yes.’
Helen steps out of her dress and moves her hand inside her panties, Richard’s sperm inside them having run down from her vagina. She sighs and strips getting under the covers naked. She thinks for a good little while and plans in her own mind how she might get out of this mess, finally telling herself that things will be clearer in the morning and that she will solve nothing right now. Feeling alone and vulnerable in a strange bed she drifts off.
The house is quiet now and Richard is worried. He knows he has taken advantage but really, just how much? Helen was there and offering wasn’t she? Such a delightful young lady who needs and deserves a good man. He is on his fourth can of lager. He gulps it down… ‘girls, who would have them he thinks to himself’. He looks in at Helen, so serene in her sleep, on her side and remembers. Her large bum, her fantastic tits and her oh so welcoming cunt. He moves off to his bedroom thinking. He undresses and gets into his pyjamas. He lies on his bed thinking of Helen, takes his cock in his hand and begins to rub stopping before losing control. He gets out of bed, wanting to have another look. There she is, in the same position. He quietly tiptoes into the bedroom to get closer. She does not move. He moves the duvet back and still no movement as he slides in behind her, moving his hand over to her breast gently fondling as she stirs. He feels her gently hold his hand. He moves his lower body closer, his erection against her bum cheeks and then pushing into her from behind, at first against the clitoris and then into the neck of her vagina as she feels him and stirs more.
‘No Richard’ she says in her half sleep.
He hears ‘ohhh Richard’ as he moves her onto her back.
Helen’s body is now in front of him, naked as he pulls back the covers, her full breasts resting on her chest and stomach, that triangle of brown hair just visiible as she looks up and sees his erect penis. His hand is on it rubbing as he moves a knee either side of her body. He grasps her breasts and thrusts his cock in between them. Helen lies there passively as Richard takes his pleasure fucking those tits. He loves the softness of the breast flesh, the feel on the end of his cock and the way his cock is lost in their depth. His balls release as he stares at her huge erect nipples, panting as he collapses onto the bed leaving Helen's breasts covered in his cum.
Richard breaks the silence saying ‘I just needed to….’
Helen interrupts him ‘yes but I love Abbi and this has to stop’
‘Yes I know, I know and I will, I have’
‘Good, now go!’
Richard tiptoes out. Helen wipes herself clean as best she can, feeling sick. She lies there in the dark for a good while before dozing off.
Helen does not want to face Abbi the next morning and fully understands her upset. She catches the train into work phoning through for a bouquet of red roses to be sent to Abbi at home ‘with much love from Helen xxxxxx’. She also sets out the rough draft for an email she intends to send as follows:
''My dear Abbi,
I send this email wishing to express my profound regret at the events of last night with your father. It was wrong of me to engage with him as I did for it is you that I love and not him. Please believe that it was lust and not love.
I am not asking for your forgiveness for I do not deserve it. I do want us though to move forward from the upset and live our lives as a partnership together. I have discontinued contact with your father for I feel that I need to gain your trust and there must not be any unnecessary challenges to that at this time.
I have informed the library that you are feeling poorly this morning and am undertaking your work as well as mine until such time as things are sorted. I do very much hope that I am going to see you back at the library very soon.
I am seeing my mother this evening and believe that she holds the key to the author and all the sexuality that we have been experiencing/enjoying/suffering recently. Yes all three and it has been fun but again that needs to end now. I want us to start afresh as a partnership with you as my girlfriend. My real girlfriend Abbi and perhaps we can find a little flat together near the library. I do very much hope that you are agreeable to this.
I am sure my mother will identify the author for us.
I am very much hoping that you will accept my proposal and that we can meet say tomorrow and go forward together.
Love Helen xxxxxx''
Helen walks into the library and explains away Abbi’s absence. She takes some time out to update and perfect the rough draft of the email and sends it off, heart pounding. She hopes to the bottom of her heart that Abbi will have her.
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