‘I guess we will have to make up for it.’ He stated matter of fact. ‘Lover, you are delicious to look at. Muahahaha! I’ll bet you taste just ...s good.’ With the excitement of a child on Christmas morning, he grabbed my hips resolutely so I couldn’t squirm away and tugged me toward him. Un-wrapping me mentally with his eyes, his hands moved expertly. Touching and caressing all over with greed. He moved between my legs so that the rough denim at his knee was pressed purposefully against my pink. I took that as a green signal and went near to her and hugged her. She didn’t resists and kept normal. I told her I could be the caring person to deflower her if she likes. She.hugged me back but told she will think of it and tell shortly.I don’t want to hurry as she might tell okay or else at least I felt her body till now which is happy for me. I asked her why she suddenly got the thought of getting deflowered from a caring guy. She told that the guy marrying her might not be caring so better. But I trust your artistic intuition. Can I see?’ ‘Sure. But I wasn’t drawing the beach house, exactly. It was more like something inside.’ Gin looked at the sketch, only to see herself, standing in the kitchen window drying a plate. The image was so simple, but never before had she seen herself through Aren’s eyes. It brought a smile to her lips and nearly tears to her eyes. In the drawing, she looked so warm and happy. The only thing she could do was flop down in his lap and wrap her arms. My heart thumped when I went downstairs and my husband looked me up and down and smiled broadly. His eyes wandered up and down my body I'm sure trying to guess what was underneath."How do I look?" I asked."Really sexy," my husband replied."Good, it's supposed to be about dressing up and enjoying the attention! Come on, let's go." We were both quiet in the car as we got nearer to the pub. I lifted myself up slightly off the seat and pulled my skirt up to my hips then lowered my bare bum onto the.