I can feel a soft twitching in my pussy as my mind stirs from its dreams and realises you are lying next to me. Something I have dreamt about night af...er night. An overwhelming desire to touch myself to feel my wetness caused by having you asleep next to me. I don't want to wake you. (Well not yet anyway) The heat coming off your body is so comforting, our naked skin entwined. Watching you sleep, our breathing so in tune. Moments like this I cherish and will never take for granted. Just wish I. They both sort of hung their heads and Michelle said, “He started it.” While at the same time John said, “She started it,” both of them looking at my mom.My mother shook her head as she replied, “c***dren,” as she chased them both from the kitchen snapping a dish towel at their behinds chasing them into the living room.I told Michelle to get some towels so John and her could dry off. As she ran to the bathroom John wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply upon my lips. Once again it was. I just stood there staring at her as she walked away. Shaking my head, I closed the car door and hurried after her. Once in the house Mom went straight to her bedroom. I closed the door and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. Opening the fridge I spied my dad's beer. Nodding, I grabbed a bottle and twisted the top off. I took a long swig from the cold bottle. It tasted good. "Jared," Mom called from the bedroom. "Coming," I yelled back. As I started toward the bedroom taking another. Everyone stares; old guys’ jaws drop, wives and girlfriends grab their men’s arms staking their claims against the predator in their midst, and a few women lick their lips as they measure her up and down. She scopes a spot at the bar I move just an inch preventing someone else from taking the space next to me: I guess she notices my well worn FDNY t-shirt (the real deal from my ‘house’ and not some knock off a poser would wear) she heads in my direction. I step back to where I was before and.