Had he just put that there? Was he right outside her door?“You’ve handled this task well, Amaya. You’ve earned your reward.”He hung up. Amaya ...tood there in her room in a mess of emotions. Why had she agreed? She didn’t make any of the complaints or arguments that she had rehearsed so many times these past few weeks. It bugged her that she just gave in, but at the same time, there was no denying that thrill that was running through her. She felt sexy and alive again. Wesley was back, and he. At least I hoped that Ashley wasn’t.Because of the casual atmosphere at the cottage, we were comfortable letting our girls and the twins call us by our first names. That led to even more familiarity and a blurring of our roles as parents. We even let the girls drink wine and beer with us at the cottage, so long as they didn’t get out of control with it. The twins were around us enough that I think they also sensed that us adults were maybe a little too close with one another.The unique cottage. ”“So am I. I just love that house, Adam. It was one of my favorite jobs working on it.”“I’m glad.” He pushed back his empty plate. “So, what do you want to do, next? Take a walk, play cards?”“Adam -- I think it would be best if you didn’t stay tonight. In fact, I think it would be best if we didn’t see each other for a while.”He regarded her, slack-jawed. “Kara ... why?”“I need some space to work through these emotional issues.”“The dreaded I-need-space.”“Adam -- this isn’t about you, it’s. I hear you breathe heavily and say "Damn! You're such a show off! I just want to rip off your blouse and suck those tits." I chuckled with your comments and slide up my hands in your inner thigh. Gently stroking your thighs but avoiding the crotch area. "Why are you punishing me, woman?" you blurted under that heavy breathing. I rose up my left leg over your right leg, giving you an access to my inner thigh. You stroked my legs, and pushing further under my mini-skirt. Your fingers reached my.