His touches were soft and all over me as if he was a hopeful beau who finally got the courage to touch a longtime crush. His kisses ran along my cheek... the side of my neck, and up to my ear where he whispered, ‘I want to make love to you like it’s the first time.’ I returned the purposeful stare that he cast into my eyes. I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t even speak. I just returned the kiss and let him lift my old, baggy T-shirt over my head, completely forgetting that I was hardly dressed. A short hallway opened up into a coat room. Four coat trees and a bench seat made it feel busy. Another door led on. A whitewashed (or at least white painted) vaulted ceiling gave an airy feeling to the huge room even though the lighting was dim. The polished stone floor was dotted with rugs that were dwarfed by the proportions of the floor. Heavy, dark mission tables stood at the walls. I looked carefully for a light switch and found nothing. Instead, several of the tables bore molded glass. “Ahh, that hits the spot,” She sighed, kicking her feet up onto the chair’s footrest.“Tell me about it,” Jacob quickly responded. “It's nice kicking back and having a few drinks to wind down the week.”“Mmm, you could say that again.”Jacob’s hormones soared as she moaned her response. Nicki took another sip from her drink; all the while, Jacob drank in the sight of her, his mind and his body punishing him for not relieving himself when he had the chance.“So tell me about yourself. I’ve met your. When we got home everybody pitched in to plant the garden. Momma watched Davey. Momma asked why we were planting the garden. "I like to garden, and you need something to keep you active. Lena says you are getting old, but you are not dying. She is a better doctor than most," I told her."How about a cookout," I asked everyone.My family was not very excited, we cooked out all the time. Momma said she would like to, so I went to the store and we got chicken and we had a cookout."Why do you want to.