She snarled in Antoine’s direction but could only drop her head in defeat to his ex-wife’s indelible presence. He had not attempted to retrieve th... gift, only followed the arc of its route from her hand to the pothole-scarred street. When he turned toward her to lift her chin and apologize again, she slapped him. Her hands, which left a red imprint on his face, stung while his ironic infidelity seared her flesh and emblazoned upon her mind. If he was initially stunned, she was doubly. I'm so embarrassed. It felt so good.” Her legs opened and closed sporadically under the table. Her hands rushed down there but quickly returned to her face. She was going to hyperventilate if I didn't slow her down. “It's OK Honey. I'm here and you're safe.” She opened her hands like doors and stared out of her darkness. “Take a deep breath.”As Mary calmed she began to smile oddly. Like some sort of high. My mind caught on something. The nights when I dreamt about Tommy, Mary dreamt about Anne.. " This led to a variety of scuffling sounds from behind the door. Finally she opened it. Dylan stood at the door with her short hair disheveled. She and Amber had both adjusted their sleepover wear a bit. Each was wearing a big t-shirt on top panties on the bottom. Both girls' shirts were short enough that their underwear was visible. Amber was standing near Dylan's computer desk. Dylan stared in a way that implied that the girls had no time for our interruption."Hi," Dylan said quickly. "Hi. She decides everything. My first story. Just a heads up, my grammar is not perfect. ———————————————– The door opened slowly and inch by inch I started seeing her, her legs shapely, the skin he knew was soft and smelled of sweet jasmine, her hips flared out her tight panties leaving nothing to his imagination, she wore her underwear, a deep red, the bra almost straining to hold her soft D mounds. He swallowed hard, he could feel himself reacting. Her husky voice rang out to him oh, James.. a.