"Done," he said extending his hand to me.I took care of the paperwork and was at the airport by 2pm. I couldn't get straight home, but I did get a red...eye flight to Charlotte which was 75 miles from home. I figured one of the kids would come for me. After traveling all night I would be home at 9AM, so surely one of them would be available. I made that decision sitting in the lobby before the plane left. I had decided to fly out that same night.I mean hell I didn't know anyone in California, so. As soon as it was on the site, my inbox started flooding with your feedback e-mails. Many of you enjoyed reading it.Some of the readers (who are authors on ISS) have me critical feedback on how I can improve my writing skills. I’m really motivated by your feedback and will continue to write on ISS and keep entertaining you, folks. Enough of self-promotion! Let’s jump to the story.It was the 3rd day after our first encounter. I was sitting on my PC and doing some work to kill time. I suddenly. Breasts are a marvel. They set hormones loose, pulses racing, and yet they can do so much more. There are times when they feel like the best place of rest in the world, and yet they can unleash raging passions too. Of course I got used to them over the years, though they never lost their magic. Sometimes they needed help, sexy bras and corsets have their place, but another magic came with the babies.A sunny afternoon, no shooting stars this time, after hours of tension there was a screaming. ” She allowed him a good shot of her engagement ring, the gesture a defensive one in response to her accelerated heart rate.“Maybe they are and maybe they aren’t. Are you still ‘Miss’ to them tonight?”“Dressed like this? No, I’m Amanda, if they can summon up the nerve to use it.” Now what was she doing, letting him know her first name?“Keep buying them cocktails,” he suggested.“One each—beyond that they’re on their own.”“Very sensible. But I still don’t think the trouble lies too far beneath.