The light of the moon through the window caresses her face, as he tenderly sits by her side, placing his hand upon her shoulder lightly. She stirs sli...htly, responding to the soft touch and he thinks about all the things that have brought them together, at last. John leans down, and kisses her cheek, watching as her eyes flutter lightly. John? Brooke asks sleepily. Slowly she starts to sit up, and the small blanket slips down into her lap, revealing her large creamy breasts. Smiling, he moves. Since then times became hard. He was a tall man with rough features from his many years from working under the sun. He was a burly man, showed by his tight and ragged clothes that he worn. He jet-black hair was cut short and wild. He stared out at the tree line watching as fireflies blinked on and off as they flew.He blew a few smoke rings before clamping the pipe back in his yellowish teeth. He stretched his arms above his head before looking back at the trees. Damn I need a woman, he thought.. Fast forward twenty-four very good years and three children. Our son James had graduated from West Point and was currently serving in Iraq. Daughter Marlene was married and had just presented us with our first grandson and daughter Marion was six weeks from graduating from the University of Michigan with a degree in Electrical Engineering. The children were gone and Millie was now an empty nester with a lot of time on her hands.God alone knows why, but she started to feel down about herself.. For a moment she thought she saw his irises grow, filling the whites of his eyes with fiery blue, but he blinked and it was gone. The heavy braid he’d woven his hair into slid off his back and landed with a thud on the mattress beside her. Zak bent his head and licked her nipples, making her gasp when she felt each lap send little quivers of ecstasy low into her belly. She jerked with a cry when he bit the tips none too gently. Again, he growled. The mixture of fear and excitement had her.