Thea was a writer, a wizard with words. She was the one Max went to when he wanted help with a paper, to proofread his pages and when he just wanted a... idea. She had a very vivid imagination and a sense of humor that fit right in with his own.Maggie was a loving girl, almost always upbeat, very nurturing, and fun to be around.So what as missing? A mother, for sure. He wanted someone to take charge of the children he would have, to kiss the scrapes and read them stories, to tuck them in and be. She was standing with her back to me and changing into her nightie. I watched as she slide her bra off and then her panties down before putting her nightie on and turning around, all the time telling me about her night.I was interested in what she had got up to, she pulled the covers back on her bed and I watched as she layed down, getting a glimpse of her pussy. That’s when she started to tell me what she did after dinner, telling me how she had a good night and decided that she needed a fuck.. They went toward the stairs with Denny tailing along behind. Rifle noted the room was much like his own. Wes indicated for him to sit in the chair. He went into the bath and came back with three plastic-wrapped cups. He tore them open and set them on the dresser.As he poured the Scotch Denny had gone around to the far side of the bed and half reclined there. Wes handed a cup to Rifle and another to Denny. He took his cup and sat down on the edge of the bed.He raised his cup. “Cheers,” he said. "Tentatively he reached out and stroked my arm. His fingers felt warm and alive and a little thrill ran up my spine at his touch."Is this really you?" He asked softly.The remark stung me. I mean I knew we'd been having our problems, but I hadn't turned into a complete bitch. At least, I didn't think I had.He saw the look on my face. "I'm sorry. I should just accept this, shouldn't I? Be Happy and enjoy the moment."I nodded. "This moment," I leaned down and kissed his lips lightly. "And the.