My skin gets goosebumps and I growl softly at you, although a small smile quirks at my lips. You brush the rose over my bared shoulders, my collarbone...and down towards the scoop neckline of the brief tank I wore to sleep. You shift closer, your hip against mine, brushing the soft petals back up my throat to kiss my lips again. You place it on the headboard above my head and then trace your fingertips lightly over the same path. You move your hands down, to slide them under the material of my. I sat down on the couch and asked for the laptop and the problem she explained me and went to the kitchen to make the dinner. Then suddenly I heard her screaming followed by the sound of falling of utensils. I rushed to the kitchen and saw her lying on the floor with spilled grains. She hurt her back really bad, I helped her to get up and took her to the bed and helped her lay down. She was in great pain, as my dad was also not present in the city at the time I asked her that could I take her. She asked if we could accomplish her deflowering during that amount of time. I told her that I sure hoped I could manage to take a young virgin's cherry in 3 hours. We'd have to see what else needed to be done if that wasn't time enough.I laid in bed imagining what it would be like between me and Amber the next night. I was in my late 20s at that time, and Amber was 15. We weren't all that far apart in age; well, yeah we were but I was trying to rationalize that Beverly wasn't really asking me. Ian proposed and the timing was right, I guess you might say,” said Glory. Grant was nodding.“Okay, sorry about your break up with Lee; but congratulations, I suppose—too?” He said.“Yes, and thank you,” said Glory.“Glory and Ian came to invite us to their wedding and hope that we won’t come,” said Penelope.“Because of the obvious conflict that attending would cause per our relationship with Lee,” he said, figuring it out almost immediately.“Yes,” said Glory.The conversation and further.