”“What did you plan to do?”“Before I got pregnant? Either teaching or editing. I ended up moving in with my husband’s folks to raise the kid.... Another followed the first. Once my husband got his PhD and his residency, he started making enough money for us to get our own place.”“What was he?”“Psychologist. He met another MRS candidate and fell in love I guess. At least they married before she got pregnant.”“So you chose trucking.”“I always liked to drive. We got a camper, and my husband let me. I backed against him, letting him spoon me and nuzzle the back of my neck. Savor, dammit, Jo! Savor!I know of dozens of conversations about sex where the girl complained about lack of, not foreplay, but afterplay. Stoney never fails. Afterward, he's got me and even if it IS late at night and we know we're going to sleep, I go to sleep in his arms.But that's not right now. We enjoy a few minutes and then ease out of bed, getting dressed. While he's tossing things in a pot for dinner, I'm in the. Deliberately she went to Henry last. "Sleep tight. I love you!" I love you too, Mother. Thank you for letting me keep the picture," replied Henry already half asleep.Mrs. Miller felt an involuntary shiver go up her spine. "No problem, Honey."She walked out quietly. She turned around a last time to look at her son - how happy and peaceful he looks! After checking the doors and lights, Mrs. Miller retired to her room. As she lay in bed, sleep eluded her. The events of the day kept on. A few stops later, her head was against my chest; my hand round her narrow hips; we felt relaxed with each other now the outside world had disappeared from view.Then as twilight developed, we returned fairly tired to our camp-site.We made coffee, heated our chow and ate ravenously together.Then it was fun trying to freshen up with our makeshift shower.Sensually we dried each other with a warm fluffy towels before getting into our sleeping sweats.To ward off the chill of Michigan in the fall, I.
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