Caution hits me with a thought, ‘what the hell am I getting into with Brianna’. She looks so small leaning against me. Turning into the driveway, ...he garage door opens. Brianna sits up and stares at the house. As the Suburban’s rear bumper passes the sensor, the garage door closes, one of the wonders of technology.“You live here by yourself?”“Yes it’s my martial home.”“Martial?”“I lived here with my wife; she passed away with cancer, twelve years ago.”Brianna follows me into the kitchen,. The palms of her hands were covered in sweat.The phone rang.Two ... three times.She cringed at the fourth ring, anticipating it rolling into Gabe's voicemail.Her stomach churned when someone picked up. "Hello?"For a moment, she couldn't speak."Hello?" the familiar voice said again."Hi ... Mr. MacKenzie?" she knew she had to say something lest he think she was a telemarketer and hang up. "It's me ... um, Bailey Crawford." Bai—Oh, hi!" She could "hear" the smile in his voice and she let out a. I tried to put it out of my mind except, there it was. Just that nagging desire for more, planted in the back of my mind. I lay in my bed that night and just couldn’t turn down the noise in my brain. Maybe he didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought? I replayed the scenes over and over in my mind, getting more worked up with every thought. I rubbed my hand casually over my body, thinking of his touch. With every pull and tug on my nipple, I thought of his mouth at my breasts, suckling and. Ted and I had a small job on the loco so we left the girls for about an hour, while we replaced the washout plugs, a tedious job but necessary, after the job was over, we returned to the kitchen. Serious faces greeted us, we asked what was wrong and matron said they had been talking, they each wanted to be marked, nothing big, nothing garish, just initials perhaps, and both girls wanted both sets. Wow, Stunned, Gobsmacked, knocked sideways, nothing would explain the way we felt at that.