"Jim, I want to feel what it's like to have you undress me," Jill almost moans.I move behind her and whisper in her ear, "Raise your arms."Jill compli...s, and I grab the bottom hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head. I then massage her tits through her bra while kissing the back of her neck."Mmmm. That's nice," Jill says.I unclasp her bra and push the straps off her shoulders, letting the bra fall to the carpet, then continue massaging her bare tits."Oh yes Jim, that's even better," Jill. Yea, just let me change clothes real quick I said. These pants are so uncomfortable. When I came out Uncle was laying on the living room floor with his shirt already off. He did that when his back would bother him. I made a point to wear the tightest little pair of shorts that I had and had slipped on a little g-string underneath. I didnt have a bra on and I know that he saw my puffy little nipples poking out of my tank top. Oh! he said, immediately taking notice to how I was dressed. Im. His immediate boss, a chief superintendent in Belfast had actually been drinking in the Sergeant's mess when Dave had belted his uncle and had been thoroughly impressed by the way he fought as four military policemen had tried to arrest him."We want you to come over and join up" the officer told Dave who burst out laughing,"You must be bloody joking" says our hero, "I've got a police record now, they wouldn't have me"But they would and they did, they were setting up several new units over in. Although part of me knew there was a special, concrete explanation for this, another part of me was growing wild with yearning for him. For the Paul I knew was still alive inside this tough new shell. Probably the worst aspect of this for me was the fact that I no longer could count on any comfort whatsoever from Paul’s body. His withdrawal from me was absolute, total, so that even on the few nights that he deigned to sleep with me in the apartment, he simply flopped himself into bed and rolled.