MAURICE'S POV
I looked at Glenda. She was sleeping so peacefully. It took a lot of restraint from me not to wake her up and take her again as I watched the slow rise and fall of bare breasts.
The night, as it was becoming a usual occurrence, had been filled with love and passion, deep intense passion.
Glenda was an eager lover. She was in perfect sync with me, matching my energy in every dimension I morphed our love making to. A passionate young lover that could sexually satisfy me.
I felt myself growing again just at the thought of our romp last night. I smiled to myself and got up. I looked out the floor-to-ceiling glass window in my room that allowed me to see the lake. Only this room had this view.
The first night I made love to Glenda in my room and not hers, she had been so fas
