The conversations between Rachel and Patrick remain the same, highlighting what was going on in the lives of each of them at the time. This, Part 2 is...Rachel’s story. ***** I had been standing here for at least an hour, looking out over the beauty of this scene that I had enjoyed for as long as I could remember, hoping that it would take my mind off my problems. But it just wasn’t happening for me, not this morning, but why? I couldn’t have asked for a better morning, the sun was shining,. And i started to rub her boy with hand kerchief …. And as soon i reached her breast she said hey leave it ter but i din’t hear and start to clean and she just close her eyes.. Seeing that i just tied her hands with the same hand kerchief and started kissing on her lips and took her to sofa and open her jeans button and removed the jeans with hands till then the kiss was going on and she was not responding but i was kissing …. I saw some tears running down her eyes but i continued… As soon as i. After what seemed to be about 3 hours she was finally ready ,She was dressed in a blue skin tight dress which was abit to short for my liking , and a pair of her huge daft loubiton platform heels ,I was used to the way she dressed so it didn't really bother me , as we walked behind her down the hall I noticed the outline of her tiny thong through her dress .As we was in the lift kyle was pretending to squeeze her arse joking around When we got to the ground floor I got kyle in a head lock as a. In the shower, we held each other and kissed. I washed her and then she washed me. We went to bed and collapsed in each other’s arms.“I love you, sweetie,” I said softly in Kelly’s ear.“Mmmm, I love you too. Thank you for doing what I asked,” Kelly said.“Well, it’s a tough job but someone has to do it,” I said with a chuckle.“You have to do it. I don’t think anyone can make me feel the way you do,” Kelly said.“How about Rob or Jenny?”“Sex is fun with them, but nowhere near as good as it is with.