Larry was a great friend, but is was different with Jennifer. I could tell her anything, including telling her about my upcoming trip with the Spencer....“Oh God, you’ll have another story, won’t you?”“Probably!” I said with a slight smirk.I had noticed some changes in Jennifer. Her body was changing and she was losing some of what I had called ‘baby fat’. Her boobs were getting bigger. Not huge, but bigger than Jennie, Melanie or Birgit. She was turning into a fine looking girl. She had more of. “You're so fucking hot,” I growled in his ear, hoping to drag the wild beast further out of him. “You're making me so wet.” Reid released my nipple and grinned wickedly up at me. “You mean like this?” He began to trail kisses down my stomach, purposefully brushing his dripping hair against my skin. My whole body was already glistening with hot and cold sweat and with melted snow, but Reid was doing his best to soak me all the more. Even his tongue added to the wetness of my skin, skittering. "All you have to do is be your normal sweet self and he will see that he really does want to be with you." But I really must be depraved to have such a sick fantasy." Honey, most young women have fantasies about their fathers at sometime in their lives. Yours are just more vivid than most because of what you saw. There is nothing wrong with you." But I should be having fantasies about Mike. I love him so much, why is my fantasy about my parents instead of him?'Sara considered her answer. "Likesome sweats."While Gwen was getting changed, I proceeded to do my most difficulthusbandly duty and find a movie that we both would enjoy. Shrugging myshoulders, the constriction on my chest having disappeared, I passed pageafter page of inscrutable cover art, most of which were for films madeprimarily to get tax breaks in Romania or Bulgaria or somewhere else darkand rainy.No way she'd be OK with a slasher movie even if it's what I wouldpick...Definitely a no to a sci-fi epic...Hmmm, the.