Perhaps I needed to masturbate more. Then again, the feelings at thepoint of losing it were so intense that I might want to experience itagain.Samant...a came back, we kissed and cuddled a lot that evening, then went tobed and slept. The sleep of the exhausted for me, yet Samantha was wideawake again early on, and as I woke up she asked."Same as yesterday?" Wow, are you really up for that?" Afraid not, but I can tell that you are so let me just wake you upproperly and then we can get on with. He got the pills and handed them to her with a glass of water and watched as she took them. It was a very parental kind of act, like a child who you want to make sure follows your directions. He was not concerned about her refusing to take the medicine, but he was not sure she had the energy left in her to put them in her mouth and lift the glass. He walked her into the bedroom to put her to bed for a while. He undressed her as you might have done with a very sleepy four year old. He took all. I just loved the feel of the nylons. I dared to peek out of the corner of my eye, and saw that moms eyes were closed. Now I could finally get a good look! Moms breasts were clearly visible, her nipples dark underneath the fabric. I wondered, what it would feel like to touch them. I could see moms knickers, and there was a bit of a shadow in front. Was she leaking, like I always do? Oh boy! I want her so bad! I want to lift up her leg and kiss her foot, I want to……….crap – shes looking! Seeing. Dear Laura,You know I would have written you sooner if I could. It's not easy even now. But I'm not writing to hurt you back, or twist the knife, or anything like that. For a long time I thought I wouldn't need to write you at all. But something inside me makes me need to tell you that I really did love you, a love so deep it scared me. And I don't blame you for what you did. I know you and Yvette were lovers before you met me, and it's hard to turn your back on that. I probably would have.