For her part, Zena never pushed Bill into making a declaration of his love. She was sure of how she felt, but they were both young and she too wanted ...o make sure this was right for both of them. Bill was making her happier than she had ever been with any man and she didn't want to spoil it. It wasn't just the sex, it was those other little things that brought contentment. He would make breakfast for her each morning. He looked after the washing of the sheets and towels during the week when she. .. enough to tell her that THIS was the right way.But she moaned as she realized the jeans were too tight. She couldn't get her fingers lower, to where she instinctively knew she needed to rub.She was lying on her side, so she simply rolled onto her back, arching her hips as her hands pushed at the stubborn pants until they finally slid over her hips to her thighs. They took her panties about half that distance, but that was good enough because now she could reach what she wanted to reach."Oh. It was still the same as when I left it when I was seventeen. The walls were still a butterscotch color with suns, moons and stars as a border. I lay down in my bed and tried, unsuccessfully, to sleep. Tossing and turning, I couldn’t think of anything but the past 24 hours. I went through every moment in my head, trying to figure out what your decision would be. I knew what I wanted. It was the same thing that I had always wanted, for us to be together. I knew it would be difficult, because of. . magnificent.I took the seat that faced the image square on. My pancakes were brought out to me, and I was so involved in my food and the image, I didn't hear anyone approach."She's quite beautiful, isn't she?" my father said, placing his hand on my shoulder.I almost choked, but I managed to cover it up. I said, "Magnificent," then took another mouthful of pancakes."Thank you, dear," my mother said as she bent down to kiss my cheek. Her bare breast made contact with my bare back. I choked for.