I was moving my fingers across her shirt and cuddling her stomach. I placed my right hand on her head and started caring her hair. She liked it and my...monster was growing in my jeans creating trouble for me and then I opened her one bottom shirt button and touched her bare stomach. A current ran through my body but still I was not having enough courage to touch her boobs and I was cuddling only her stomach. I was trying to seduce her. She was enjoying it but she was not responding to me and. James laughed even harder and approached the bed. "If I look good it's only because I am happy". That brought a smile to her lips. He bent his head and kissed her lightly at first and then hard, passionately, whole-mouthed. She put her hands around him and hugged him closer."Don't you think we should get breakfast first?"Angela grinned and said, "Come back to bed and I'll give you a good reason to skip breakfast". He climbed on the bed faster than the speed of light."I'm yours for the taking. Our mom was a widow, at least she told everyone she was a widow, but I had my suspicions about that and the string of "Uncles" that paraded through our tiny apartment like a changing of the guard didn't fill me with confidence in the existence of my deceased parent. The both of us, my sister Ronnie and I spoke Spanish pretty good, at least of a conversational nature. That was because the neighborhood had changed from Irish to Puerto Rican right in front of our eyes and most of our neighbors. She had itemised each way he had promoted her, healed her and gave her the confidence she now had, how much she appreciated his love for her, and his loving her. He treasured that letter.He had written back offering a reference from him and from George if she needed one, and she had. Now it appeared she was in property management and very happy.Had it been over three months since she left to start her new life with Ian? He sighed. He missed her and the children. Until she finally left, he did.