"Not at all. I guess that's been a major reason why I haven't been all that thrilled about doing it again. And too, I once overheard my neighbor tell ...er daughter that women aren't supposed to enjoy it. They just do it for the guy." That's crazy! Women can enjoy it just as much as men." I kissed her lightly on the neck and felt her respond. "Let me prove it to you. I promise you won't be disappointed." But ... but ... I don't know how ... I mean I know HOW, but I don't know anything about .... He was dressed the same as when she’d seen him last night. My God, she thought, he hasn’t been to bed. He turned and looked at her briefly, then looked back into the refrigerator. ‘Where’s the milk?’ he said through the door. He had an accent. It wasn’t heavy, but there was a lilt to his cadence and a slight rolling of the arrs. She smoothed down her blouse and realized she must look like hell. ‘It was spoiled,’ she said, walking toward him. His head peeked back up over the top of the door.. She rested her arms at his sides, her fingers lightly scratching his shoulders. She loved this feeling, and knew this was where she would lay to sleep tonight, a thought that brought her peace and comfort. She could sleep now if not for the desire that had yet to be satisfied. Both wanted to begin their lovemaking session, but neither could bring themselves to break this embrace. He finally pulled her up to him and let their lips meet. They kissed rarely, but this moment was perfect. His lips. "Trevor!" She exclaimed with immediate embarrassment.The man did not move, but Sophia's outburst caused Amelia to answer."What's the matter sweetheart? Don't you like this?" she said with a disturbingly deadpan face.Sophia's body jolted and she gasped for breath. It was dark, and there was no one in bed with her. She immediately put her hands up to her face and felt that it was slick with sweat. After taking a moment to slow her breathing, she turned to look at the clock. To her dismay, it said.