Court Record Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Court Record Chapter Four

... in deeper and deeper each hour, each day; each time he did something with this beautiful young lady. He had never, in all his years, felt emotions like this. What was the next step, when would this all come crashing down around him. He could almost hear and feel the prison cell door slamming shut. He walked slowly around the barn and into the Mackintosh orchard. She was right. The second season blossoms were there. It was the first time he had seen them this year. Something about her comment calmed him. Fear is a strange thing; it can be so easily overridden with love. He stood silently under one of his prize apple trees. If only for just a few hours, a couple days, a couple weeks, he was truly loved again. Everything about Sarah communicated unbridled love for him. She was young for sure, he did not know how old she was by the calendar, but as a female she was way mature. She had an amazing capacity to understand him, the world around them, the people in her life, and the complex love they now shared. As he walked back toward the house he was far calmer. He was in this and he would make the best of it. One strong commitment dominated his thinking. This young lady was innocent of everything; he had to always remember, he was the adult in this situation. Whatever happened, whatever they did, whatever the outcome was; one thing was most important. He would do nothing, and permit nothing to be done, to ever hurt her or blame her for any part of this. She was guilty of ...

... nothing more than too many years of loneliness, too much wealth, too much reading, too busy parents, too many nights to dream, too many days without kids her own age….on and on. He struggled to take himself out of the equation. She could do just fine without him for sure. Sarah had been set up by a family, each perhaps thought they were doing everything for her, everything money could buy, but none of them really had time for her. She had been as alone as a plane crash survivor on a desert island in the middle of the pacific. If he could find the balls to kick her down the street she would be so much better off in the long run. They had been apart maybe twenty minutes by the time Clem got back to the house. To him it seemed like forever. He went directly through the kitchen and up the steps to see how she was doing. On the way back from the estate they had talked about her stuff and where to put it. He suggested she just leave a lot of the things in the bags and he would move them into the storage room. No reason to unpack everything. Most of the stuff was for music camp and besides if she wanted something from a bag, it was there right across the hall. Clem found Sarah sitting in the easy chair in the bedroom. She was wearing just a thin white top and a very short dark green skirt. It was obvious from the way she sat, she had nothing else on. She laid her book aside and jumped up; everything about her connoted joy. “Come Scotty…let me give you a tour.” The tour started with an ...