It anchored her firmly in his reality. How many times he’d seen her, her head thrown back, that lip caught between her teeth, until he’d brought h...r just that little bit farther and sent her reeling over the edge of ecstacy. He absently punched a button on the remote to turn off the TV, his eyes fixed on her all the while. Her hair glowed in the fading sunlight. The yellow button down shirt she had on clung to her breasts and he noticed how it was just a little damp at the hem from the sink.. Would you mind if we borrowed your lipstick for a minute?" Linda asked.Tara shrugged her shoulders and went downstairs. "You know what else might be fun?" Linda asked. "Karen, would you get your camera?" Oh no, Linda, you're not going to do what I think you are," I begged."Dear, you think you know, but you can't imagine what I'm going to do," Linda replied with a twinkle.Tara returned with the lipstick. Linda unscrewed it with her right hand and held my chin firmly with her left. "Smell it. Riya: I purposely moved my hands up because I knew they were blocking the view of my boobs.Me: Riya beti, what are you saying?Riya: Papa, come on, you are so hard now that you have a huge tent in your pajamas. Why don’t you stop acting as if you didn’t see anything?Me: Riya, it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to intrude.Riya: Papa, it’s ok. Trust me. I am not angry. Just to let you know, the tent in your pajamas is way bigger than your son’s.My throat was getting dry, and I was feeling so nervous.. I could almost swear she was real. By the time I finished taking in her appearance, Renée had stepped up to me and pressed her soft, pliable breasts to my chest and upper abdomen. Her skin was warm to the touch, tanned gold, smooth and soft. It electrified me just as it had during our bathroom encounter. I also detected her scent again, lovely and sweet. I'd never been able to smell anything in my dreams, but I didn't worry about it.Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close. She.