”“Have you seen the rest of it?” I asked.She grinned. “Not for lack of trying.”I stroked her belly. Her body was a single blonde, lithe mu...cle, her nipples poking through her t-shirt. “What have you seen?” I asked.She smiled and rolled onto her side, her hand tracing my inner thigh. “Tits. But just through her shirt. She has such nice, round tits.”I reached up and tweaked her right nipple through the fabric of her shirt. “I’m pretty happy with your tits,” I said.She squirmed slightly, then. I remember staring up the stairs to her apartment, shaking like a leaf and wondering if he had really left. I got up the courage to climb those stairs and knocked on her door. I heard her say, "come in, it's open"...It was almost dark in the apartment and all I said is "is Riley here" her husband's name, just to be safe.She called me to the living room and there she was on the sofa covered with a light blanket. The lights were dim and she laid there propped on a pillow and smiled at me to come. " He said it as if asking for a cup of coffee. He spread his legs. Jennifer slithered off the couch and onto her hands and knees. Without making a sound she mimed a cat meowing. Swishing her hips with exaggerated sensuality she crawled over to him. She watched him intently. She was indeed a quick study and intended to read his needs, his excitement level. She feigned lapping up milk as she stared at his crotch. When she was nestled between his legs, she stroked her cheek against his stiff. I also made some frozen vegetables that I brought with me from my house in the O’Connell Realm. We had both made pies and Christmas cookies. The children were much too young to enjoy them, but the adults certainly did.Just short of four weeks later was Christmas. We all attended Midnight Services in the O’Connell Realm. Grace and Owen were amazed at the quality of our choir, and had a number of questions.“Your Relatives sing wonderfully, how can I join them?” Grace asked.“Yes, many of the.