“I was wondering if you could show me where to plant it.” (Bloody hell! What am I saying – have I gone out of my mind?) “Of course, I’ll pay...you extra,” she added. The man considered her for a moment. “I am only work here in the mornings,” he said. “ Oh, good. This afternoon will be fine. Say, one thirty?” Lucy didn't wait for his answer. “Here's my phone number.” She took out her card, Lucy Sutton – Director Retrospective Theatre Company, and wrote her address on the back. His face broke. It was a very passionate kiss. He added a little bit of tongue to hers, she accepted. He sucked on her bottom lips while he was still caressing her cheek slowly. She moved her hands up his arms, rubbing her finger tips up his neck, to behind his ears and began to massage the back of his head. He slowly broke the kiss, opened his eyes to see her do the same. He held her hands in his hand and continued to rub her cheek. He spoke again. ‘Maggie, you’re beautiful. Your eyes … your kiss … your soft. ***His fingers pinching her nipples as he looks into her eyes, making her push her hips forward with need and want.***Her supple breasts yielding readily to his touch, her skin so warm. Her leg hooking around his thigh and bringing her insanely wet slit so achingly close to his erect cock.***His hardness pressing against her as his whole body does... the feel of his weight pinning her to the wall so intoxicating her head starts spinning.***The feel of her teeth grazing the skin on his neck and. Damn! Why did I have to be such a conscientious parent?"Tara, what about you and Roger? I thought you two were happy together!" We are, Dad." she said, "I mean, have you ever LOOKED at Roger? Ever noticed how much he acts like you? You like him 'cause he's got the same hokey sense of humor as you. He looks people in the eye, and gives them a good, firm handshake, just like you. He's honest to a fault, even when it hurts, just like you!"Tara sat up and put a small hand on my knee, "Only he.