I had two pretty major research papers and two finals coming up. Still, something about Tom bothered me a little. I couldn't put my finger on it. Rene... seemed happy, though, and that's what counts.I have mixed feelings about Christmas newsletters. I like my Christmas cards to have a personal note and not be a missive about how wonderful I am or what a fabulous life my family has. There had been so much that happened this year, though. I had something to say to people that I didn't want to write. She was very fit, she had a wonderful flat stomach, and wide shoulders for a woman.She raised her hands into the air, taking a big grab of hair on the way past, letting it fall again, the protrusions of her breasts rising with her arms. She turned, shrugging off the open kimono as she did so, and facing me once more, slowly sauntered towards the bed. I watched her and stroked myself.She sat on the edge of the bed, and put the palm of her right hand just over my hard organ. I held the base,. I used the one with the larger bed, John the other tiny room.Just as I was going to sleep I thought I heard something.-Trev, I am scared. Can I sleep next to you?It was John.I was in the state where you just about to fall asleep as I lie there on my back with left arm across my chest and the other one next to my right side, they way I prefer when going to sleep. I had no strength to whisper a reply, thought something like "if you wanna come into bed with me,it's ok".John must have thought I was. Although she did not need a bra at all; she nevertheless wore it, apparently for solidity.I took it off the back and she stood to meet me, turning her back to me. The bra, like stockings, was not from a cheap store. I mentally praised her taste for good linen.Sliding a palm over her hands, I threw the straps over her shoulders and tucked her breasts into the lace cups of her bra, assessing the youthful elasticity of the nipples.She did not utter a sound; she only trembled sharply and deeply.The.