His finger tips found her left breast and cupped the slight mound of it before he gripped her nipple between his thumb and finger. She shuttered and b...oke their kiss. "Oh God, I can't believe this is really happening. Oh Uncle John, that feels so good." I took the opportunity to slowly deeply kiss my husband as I gripped her other nipple. She squealed again and gasped for her breath. I moved from John's lips to hers and deeply kissed her as John's lips wrapped around her nipple. John's hand. ? I quickly did as you wanted, catching your slacks with the spray of the scaldingwater. You growled slightly and reached for the faucet. You knew how I showered?youknew that the heat was more preferable to me than cold, yet you cranked thehot water handle to lessen the heat of the water. Perhaps it was because yourshowers weren't usually as hot as mine, perhaps you meant to punish, but Iwhimpered softly as the spray cooled my body. A smile played across your lipsas you watched the goose flesh. She was reasonably certain that Bethany and I would marry, and she’s not only fine with that, she encouraged it. The path I’m on was one that Kara laid out for me.”“She said some other things that I found surprising.”“Such as?”“She offered to join us in bed if I was interested.”I chuckled, “ARE you interested?”“We’ve had that discussion!” Karin said, shaking her head. “I’m curious as to why she would make that offer?”“Didn’t you ask her?”“I did. But it doesn’t make sense. She said you love her. And yet I would not. I could not. Because if I didn’t ask, she couldn’t reject me. Even when I had first resolved to accept her proposal (of sex, not marriage), I hadn’t been able to communicate it, but had waited for her to make it happen. Just then, she walked down the hall and stood looking at me. I glanced sideways at her and knew… it was her acceptance that was more significant to me than any other woman’s. Perhaps my limited experience was to blame – I had experienced sex with Miranda.