Dianne emptied her glass and quietly went to the kitchen for another. Kye would know, she felt certain… if he would tell her. She returned to her chair in the darkened shadows of the living room, deciding that she would question him as soon as possible… tomorrow morning, perhaps… if she could face him…

He'd actually been sleeping when she had finally raised her head from his sperm-drained young loins, a trace of his inevitable smile fixed on the handsome lips of his contented, teenaged face. She hardly remembered how long she'd lain there with the spent flaccidness of his long, softened penis still between her gently nibbling lips, futilely struggling against the wave of anguish she knew was going to overwhelm her… and it had. But now, with the soothing warmth of the Bacardi working into her blood-stream, she was beginning to unwind a bit and her pangs of guilt lessening.

By the time Dianne had finished her second drink she'd concluded that she could live with her sordid skeleton, but that she must have Kye's sworn promise never to reveal their secret… and to never do anything like that in front of her again! In fact, she would insist that he vow to stop his lewd playing with himself altogether…! And then, she smiled to herself in the darkness. Of course, it would be impossible to hold him to that, being that he was a very lusty young man, but he surely could be more discreet about it just as she would have to be if he were to remain with them!

A little tremor of excitement rippled through Dianne's soft, susceptive body at the latter thought, and she arose intending to go to the kitchen for one last drink. They'd tasted so good besides lifting her spirits, but she was no drinker and two were plenty she decided. Anyway, she knew she could sleep now.