This is the life I want. I understand why your parents stayed here instead of moving to Stony Ridge or Wesley Hill. I want to come home to you every d...y. I didn’t tell you this because I didn’t want you to think I was being silly. Tuesday, when I stayed down for supper with the girls, I cried on the way home because I missed talking to you about my day while we ate. Then I get home and you greet me with a glass of lemonade and immediately asked me how my day was. We sat on the couch and talked. I used to think I was something. I played Marian the Librarian the Music Man back in college. In high school, I was always the female lead. I thought I was something. Until I got to casting calls and saw my competition. In New York, there are pretty girls. And Marnie, well she was really something. Older but so sweetly shaped, so dark and exotic. She found me pretty. She wanted me. For the first time in a long time, I could feel my pussy tingling. And I realized I had felt this before, back. As we rested a bit, as she was lightly stroking, I was playing with her huge tits and awesome nipples and my cock began to show excitement again. Ummm yep my cock was rising and very excited. I got up off the bed and slowly turned Carmen on her stomach and started positioning her at the edge of the bed. She kept looking back at me, with a worried look and I asked “you ok”. Carmen still had that uncomfortable look in her eyes and asked me what I was doing?!? I was wondering if she pulling my. None of them was in any way critical, indeed they sympathised. Indeed, Robert Fortman congratulated me on my ‘catch’, and would not believe we could be totally platonic. Robert was a hard-bitten policeman, and somewhat cynical. He demanded to be called Robert, as ‘Bob the bobby’ was always a standing joke among colleagues.Were we platonic? Well, more or less: there was no sex. Details? We hugged a lot. We kissed on the lips. We walked arm in arm. We would touch each other in passing – yes, on.