He bends down and take one nipple into his hot mouth.Kacey moans and runs her hand over Jame's chest, feeling his hard muscles under his shirt. Slidin... her hand down to the bottom of his shirt, she yanks his shirt causing him to break away from kissing her breast and yanks his shirt over his head. He takes his shirt and throw it with hers.Kacey runs her hands every where. She smiles and says "I've always want to see you without a shirt on cowboy." James laughs and says "Maybe I've always wanted. I gave Bitsy’s phone number as the second contact and mine as the primary contact number.It was a Monday morning, after my walk around the hood, when I got the call from Joan, the new screen writer. “Ed, it looks like I’m about twenty miles from your place. Can you be packed and ready to leave when I get there,” she demanded.“If I’m not ready, you can come in and have a can of diet coke, or a bad cup of coffee and wait,” I said in an equally demanding voice. I wanted to stress to her from the. Finally we broke away and we were aware my little sister was stood in the back door frame, a wistful look on her face. ‘Okay young lovers, lunch is served, or I can plate it up and you can pop in when you’re ready.’ ‘No, No, we’re definitely coming now.’ Jenny giggled and I grabbed her hand as we walked up the pathway. Lunch, as prepared by Poo was magnificent, perfectly cooked and served, we fell silent as we ate and drank. Dessert was like my sister, light, sweet and delicious. We finished. She seemed relaxed for the first time since arriving. I was happy for her.She spent all the next week with the kids. She even put on an apron and helped in the kitchen. I snapped a picture on my cell phone of her working in the kitchen. I sent the picture to her father. I know he wouldn't believe it.Two days later, I got punched in the arm by Angela. "You sent that kitchen picture to my father! I'll never live it down. He'll tease me about it forever," she complained.I rubbed my arm and.