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Penelope was watching the scene, visibly stunned. That lady seemed really angry. Such was her annoyance, that she had left the room without saying a word. Derek looked toward Rossi, then to Melody, and then, just before leaving looking for his mother, he approached her.

"Don't worry about it," he whispered, before giving a kiss to her cheek "Be right back"

Penelope sat on the bed, ignoring Rossi's look. "You have not changed"

She raised her eyes, trying to locate that face within a memory lost. Those dark eyes, did not exist in her memory. That smirk was still hidden somewhere in her brain. "Thank you?"

He smiled faintly, sitting beside her "It is a compliment, Penelope. I never wanted you to change"

"Sorry, but I can't ..."

"I know," David said, interrupting her apology "is not your fault"

Melody climbed onto the bed, hugging Penelope from behind "Don't ever leave me again"

Her voice was sad, almost pleading. She felt her heart break, she never intended to harm her child. Melody was the main thing in her life. Her daughter was her life, she didn't need all her memories to know that. Penelope was a mommy, and moms always love their children ...

"Never, my love"

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She was aware that her son was not a baby. Derek was a 42 years old, able to make his own decisions.

With a sigh, Fran got up from the table, to pay for her coffee. When she picked up her coat from the back of the chair, her eyes fell upon her son's figure.
Derek sat at the cafeteria table in front of her. His eyes never left her face, reading her emotions

"Why did you leave?"

"I think it's clear," Fran said, sitting in the chair again, "You seemed very busy with Penelope"

Derek grimaced slightly, shaking his head, "Can you leave the sarcasm for a moment?"

"It's not is reality. You don't even realize that the door opened"

"Mom ..."

"That woman numbs your mind" she ruled, resting her elbows on the table, "You look like a puppet in her hands. Did not you remember what happened eight years ago?"

"I don't live in the past. You should do the same."

"She left without saying goodbye. You were so insignificant in her life ... Penelope left your life, without a word. But you welcome her with your open arms, forgetting everything that happened. "

"I had nothing with Penelope"

"Oh, I thought she was your best friend ..."

"You know what? You make me feel stupid"

Fran could see the pain in the eyes of her son, and felt sorry for him. She did not want to hurt Derek, on the contrary, she wanted to avoid him to suffer, because of that woman again.

When Penelope left, Derek was shattered. She had never seen her son so devastated, and her heart was broken for his despair.

"Derek, I do not seek to harm you. But you must hear the truth ..."

"No, Mom," he interrupted gently, "You should hear the truth"

"What?"

"She made a mistake. I made a mistake.. We all make mistakes because we are human beings"

"Penelope really hurt you, don't want that to happen again"

"I did hurt her, too. I'm not perfect, I didn't fall from heaven. Penelope forgave me, and I'll forgive her"

"Is that what you want?"

"Can you just be happy for me? I love Penelope, I want to be with her ... Forget the past, ok?"

She smiled slightly, taking Derek's hands in hers "I'll try, honey. I promise"

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She moved again under the covers, looking for the right position. Penelope really wanted to sleep, but in that bed, and with the man, was very hard.

Why she agreed to share a bed with Derek?
Oh yes, the house was full of guests. His mother and sister were sleeping in guest bedroom. And that room, that once belonged to Penelope, now was Melody's room.
She flatly refused to share her bed with her own mother. She said that her mattress was not big enough for they both.

"My bed is too small, it will hurt your back. Why do not you sleep with daddy?"

Penelope snorted in disgust, when he agreed to share his enormous bed with her.

Now she was unable to sleep or close her eyelids. She felt Derek's breath against her neck, was not helping her rest. His arm was around her waist like a snake, and she could feel his ... manhood in her bottom.

'Why I can not sleep? Am I one of those women nymphomaniacs, who can't sleep without their daily dose of wild sex? '

She laughed at her own thought, shutting her eyes.

Then, for some strange reason, his lips were brushing her neck. Penelope opened her eyes wide, holding her breath.

"De-Derek?" she whispered, as his hand stroked her thigh slowly, soft ... wonderfully "What are you doing?"

'That question is so stupid ...' Penelope thought, stifling a groan of pleasure. He just was touching her, and her body was on the verge of precipice. Was that the result of sexual abstinence?

"I want to make you feel so good," Derek murmured against her breast, biting her soft flesh. His tongue played with her nipple, while she felt his hand inside her pantieshis fingers dangerously close to her burning center ...

"Derek ... do not ... do not stop ... so good, baby"

He turned to look at Penelope, still half asleep. His eyes opened wide, sleep quickly faded from his body.

Her back arched in delight, Her hands gripped the sheets tightly. "Derek ... fuck me, bastard!"

"What the hell?..."

Derek could hardly move a muscle, his eyes filled with disbelief. She was ... dreaming? ... living an erotic dream, apparently, one pretty wild. Smiling, he approached her ear, whispering very low: "Baby, do not dream with me ... only a few inches between us"

Her brow furrowed, her moans stopped instantly. She sighed heavily, before whispering, "Tell me this has not happened, please ..."

"I can say that, but, sweetness, I'd be lying ..."

Penelope opened her eyes slowly. She was sure her face was red apple now. "I want to die ..."

Derek leaned on his forearms, placing his body over hers "Would not you rather make your dream come true?"

She narrowed her eyes, "Don't do this more embarrassing, please"

"It really was a dream so kinky?"

"Why?"

"You do not even want to make it real. That must have been a very kinky dirty dream"

"Oh, just shut up!" she said with frustration, slamming his head with her pillow.

"Would you rather I make sweet love to you?"

She did not answer, already his mouth was on hers ...