* Faye wrapped her coat around her tightly, and blew her warm breath into her hands and rubbed them together. February was brutal this year. The cold,...misty air bit at Faye's pale face. Little streams of tears fell down her cheeks as the harsh wind blew against her. Faye took cautious steps, almost as though she were afraid to touch the pavement. Her toes were numb, and every step pained her. Fay's body longed for some cozy warmth but she was still fifteen minutes away from home. She stopped. I took her back upstairs and fed her, put her down to nap and went down to get dinner ready. Day 2; 5:45 PM I was making Lasagna and Ceaser Salad just like I had planned it. (?) I had. I am not sure whose thought these were but I was hoping to find out the answers soon. I was beginning to get butterflys in my stomach. I was nervous. I couldn't figure out why either. Suddenly I heard the front door open. I know I had locked it and put the chain on. "Melissa, it's me honey, come open the. * The night of the date, I wanted to be there when Amanda got ready. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, and to enjoy the moment. I went to the bar and asked her to text me when she was ready -- that way she could have her space. When I received the text, I headed upstairs with great anticipation, like unwrapping a very sexy gift. When I entered, Amanda was sitting on the couch, legs crossed and a seductive smile that made me melt and get hard at the same time. She was wearing a black. His tongue cleaned some of the showers water from her and she bit back a groan at the sensation. His hands increased their pace, continuing to slide and fondle her ample breasts. He had always liked her breasts and there was something about playing in the showers water that made his touch more exciting. Her nipples hardened at the stimulation he was providing as his hands continued their task, supposedly helping her soap up and clean off after a day at the office, but in reality doing little.