“Not yet babe, you can play with them later.” You rest your soapy hand on my chest and start rubbing. A few moments later you’re in my arms rubb...ng your breasts against my chest, washing me with them. We kiss for a long moment making each other soapier by the moment. You push my hands against the wall away from your body and make your way down lower, still washing me with your breasts. You wash me all the way down my legs then up again to my junk. You lather up your hands with the soap from. I had it on, and I needed him to zip it up.“Can you zip me up?” I asked.He got up, and zipped the back of it up. Once it was zipped, it felt a little tight. So I had to suck in a little bit.“Tight, Roxanne?” Travis asked.“Well, I wasn't pregnant with you yet, so I was smaller,” I replied.“Really, you weren't pregnant until after you got married?” Travis wanted to know.“Some people actually do that. I loved your dad, and we did have sex before we got married. About three weeks into our marriage,. Not to mention the fact that two fourteen-year-olds kissing isn’t exactly an earth-shattering development when they’ve known each other pretty much from birth.”“You’re not hearing me. Your son is not to go anywhere near my daughter. Period.”“All because they kissed?” I asked.“Don’t give me that crap! You of all people know where that leads, and it is NOT happening. My innocent little girl is NOT going to be corrupted by a fourteen-year-old version of Steve Adams!”“What you do with Francesca is. "Why don't you leave the bra and panties off when you meet me so we don't have that much to worry about," I asked as I envisioned us possibly trying to have sex in the back of my car or somewhere that was sort of space restricted."OK, Tom, great. I'll be ready in 30 minutes. Thank you, thank you so much," Sandra said as she hung up the phone and smiled as she knew that within the next four months she was probably going to become an expectant young mother.I quickly showered to get the day's dirt.