Beth would occasionally wake and find Theo writingin her journal or reading a book, Theo would apologize and go back tobed. On a rare night Theo woul... appear to be actually sleeping, Bethfound that after some heavy petting Theo would tire and fall asleep mostof the time. "Heavy petting" it miffed Beth a little that they hadn'tgone pass making out. She didn't want to push Theo, but it seemed toher that Theo wasn't getting anymore comfortable in the bedroom. Bethwould start kissing and. " Shock came over Barocca's features, as she realized that she had to come up with a way to explain to Jeanne what had happened to her, and why. Barocca had prided herself on being clever, but this went beyond anything she thought might happen. "You're really gonna have to stretch that noodle of yours to get out of this one, girl," Rhiannon said smugly. "I almost wish that I could be around to see what you come up with." "What's that supposed to mean?" retorted Barocca. "I thought you. When his mother saw him, she started to sit up, and Elliott saw her wince as she did. “Are you sure you’re okay, Mom?” he asked as he hurried over and took her arm. She swung her legs over the side and sat on the edge of the bed. Elliott’s eyes immediately went to her big tits, which settled and spread out over the whole breadth of her chest with a gentle wobble. Her rosy nipples tipped up slightly in their natural position, as if begging for attention.“I’m fine, just a little stiff.” Elliott. He felt paralyzed, caught between an atavistic revulsion for hurting someone he loved and the demanding Coriolis of her words. And then, like overstressed tethers snapping under an incredible strain, the emotional restraints that held back the torrent shattered, and a flood of insight and understanding washed away the tumult.“Let go of my hands, Kathryn.” Her eyes widened at the measured evenness of his tone, but she did as he asked. Releasing his grip on her breasts, he took her nipples.