If Becky could have blushed right then, she undeniably would have done so, but it was rather difficult to blush when one’s skin was already scarlet....In any case, I took the hint and brought a pizza magically over from what was a lot more literally “Hell’s Kitchen” than that neighborhood in New York or that Gordon Ramsay TV show (though I’m a big fan of Gordon Ramsay, don’t get me wrong). I also caused a tankard of ale to magically appear and a bottle of wine for anyone who preferred that, not. . Ohh Geez? Was that finger penatration? I saw Angie's body tighten. I heard her moan lightly. I swigged at Angie's Gran Marnier then realized.. I wanted to catch this surreal moment on my camera. I figured this was a once in a lifetime Angie-moment. WRONG! As I saw her hips rise to Bob's finger manipulations, Angie griped... "I'm the only nude one here!" Jim can be a nut case. That day, he showed just how much. His swim trunks went down and down. The security with which she felt right now was almost tangible. She could feel the warmth of his body only inches from her own.While he radiated warmth, she felt the chill of the blustery evening on her skin. It was almost as if he had windows open throughout the house, and the wind had snaked its way from room to room to encircle around her in an envelope of winter bliss.She shook at the thought, and the sudden vibration of her body startled her and she let out a sound."Eeep!"Laughter.She saw. We have always said we can tell each other anything haven't we?" It was really heartfelt, I didn't have that sort of relationship with my mum, I mean it was okay, but I always considered Abbey so lucky to have such an open relationship with her mum. They were more like best friends than mother and daughter. "Lizzy, honey, you know you can talk to me too, don't you? We're friends." She was such a lovely person, what would she think about me now?"Mum, I…" Abbey was struggling."It's ok, dear, you.