"If..." He started.I merely nodded.He kissed my eye lids softly, so softly it was a butterfly's touch. His gentle soft touch was enough to allow me to...relax completely. He wasn't going to hurt me. Kevin stayed up on his elbows, hands relaxed by my face. It was my hands that were exploring his body, pushing his shirt up and out of my way. There was no rush, no hurry, not even a goal. His kisses touched each bruise on my face. His warm breath met mine in as our lips and eventually our tongues. I got out of bed slowly, making sure I pressed my snooze button at least two times before crawling out from under my covers. I stood up and instantly hated the fact that I had hard wood floors in my room. I quickly walked over to my area rug in front of my full mirror and looked at myself quizzically. My long dark brown, almost black hair was too curly and unruly for its own good, and my skin was to pale to be considered beautiful. I had dark blue eyes, which were too large for my heart shaped. "Good, bad or otherwise?" Carrie asked."Good to otherwise," I said. "She is happy that you talked to Kasey, which surprised me. She is happy that I almost belted Kasey, which further surprised me. And she doesn't feel the need to stick her nose into it, which absolutely shocks me beyond words." Do you plan to speak to your daughter today?" Carrie asked.I shook my head."I'm not sure I trust myself to be in the same room," I replied. "If she were to smirk at me or say something snarky I don't. I do this a few times - keeping the pressure a little more, but with a rhythm that is as sensuous as the thought of love you is to me. My finger gets to feel that little drop, almost like lubrication to that movement of my fingers, but I know it is a precious drop of your sweet milk leaking out for me. Leaking is not the right word though - more like being coaxed out by my manipulations, but it also teases me, my mouth salivates in a Pavlovian response, and my dick hardens ever more so.You.