“Morning, beautiful,” he greeted her.“Morning yourself,” she replied. “Getting up?”John looked his wife up and down, from her abundant cle...vage at the top of the towel to the considerable length of thigh at the bottom. Tossing the bedspread back, he commented, “I already am,” and laughed. “Come here.”“God, you’re incorrigible,” she said smiling. Still, she dropped the towel and moved back towards the bed.John surprised his wife, though, when he reached out an arm and drew her torso towards the. And I knew that excited shouldn't be on the list of possible things. But the problem was that I couldn't stop picturing my mom there all naked with her legs spread wide and how damn happy she looked doing it. Mom was usually an upbeat person and always used to like to do fun stuff with me and my little sister Becca. I don't know when things started changingmaybe more than a year ago. She still takes care of the house and all of us pretty good but she's mostly been kind of 'blah' about it. I. Stay the night?’ ‘I thought you said we should just date,’ she reminded him. ‘We should,’ he sighed, ‘but I don’t want to.’ She put her nose to his and kissed him, ‘I don’t want to do this, either. Can’t we just fool around a little…for practice?’ He smiled warily, ‘Practice? I thought you wanted our first time to be special.’ ‘I do. It’s just…’ She looked away from him with that warmth in her cheeks. ‘You’re making me feel things, and I think they’re good. I just don’t know if they are. You. Then she knelt down on her knees and began to kiss her way up one of Hermione’s legs, starting just above her high socks, and stopping at the bottom hem of her skirt. Gently, Ginny lifted Hermione’s skirt so that she could see everything. It was as beautiful as Ginny had imagined, almost nightly, since she first began to think that way about her friend. She began trailing soft kisses once more, picking up where she had left off, only this time inching her way up all the way to Hermione’s.