Finally reaching for the towel, she gently patted her skin dry, once again lingering upon the soft slope of the top of her breast and then moving to t...e full globe underneath. Then she knelt to retrieve the gown at her feet, making a show of raising her arms over her head, which curved her back and thrust out her breasts and posterior into an enticing curve, and then letting the light material slip down over her body once more, lightly wiggling her hips as she pulled it down over them. She. It seemed like forever since she’d first ran into him that late night, running in to buy chips to satisfy her craving for something salty. A soft meow broke the silence, a plaintive cry followed by a rusty sounding purr as a big orange body rubbed up against her. She bent over, picking up the huge Tom cat that she’d rescued from being taken in by animal rescue. It might seem weird to some people that she adopted David Brody’s cat. But it wasn’t the cat’s fault. He was just a big, loveable. For dinner, that is. Dessert, well... I had this vague vision of donning our birthday suits and partying all night long. With no interruptions, or the hint or possibility of interruption.We live in about the tiniest house imaginable. Any smaller and it'd be a pioneer cabin on the prairie. It seems fairly common that a couple's first child is regarded as a miracle of sorts. But I save that designation for our second one. I mean, the big miracle was that we ever managed to find the moment of. I began crawling. It’s pretty hard to move very fast, crawling on your belly with your ankles tied together and your wrists bound behind your back. The dirt and gravel sc****d my chest, belly, and legs, and the girls took turns slapping me with their belts. They hit all over, and I never knew where to expect the next sting. I’d inch forward, mooing, and slap, my right shoulder would sting from Becky’s belt. I’d scramble forward, trying to move away and toward the porch, and slap, my butt would.