She was rushed into surgery, but it was no good. Just like that, the love of my life died. She was twenty five years old. She would have been a great ...other.I knew nothing about raising k**s, and I was so overwhelmed with grief that the only thing I could think of was to throw myself into my work. Anything to get away from the pain. A doctor suggested offering you and your sisters up for adoption. I agreed, thinking it was the best for you. It was the biggest regret of my life. At the time. Megan blushed. "I'm still not used to the idea that it's OK." Well, I don't want you to think you can just spread your legs for any man, honey." said Valerie."Oh, I understand that." Said Megan. "I mean I love what Robby and I do, but I can't think of any other boy I want to do that with. Not right now, anyway." Well, that's good. And when you DO feel that way, I want you to come talk to me first. What you're doing with your brother is OK, since you're on the pill and we know he has no. After he’d retired, his wife had encouraged him to find a hobby that kept him outdoors and active, and bird-watching allowed him to use the skills of camouflage and moving around unseen that he’d built up over his years in the forces. Today he was hoping to spot a desert wheatear, a friend at the local bird-watching club had sworn he’d seen the rare bird somewhere down here near the river (although he didn’t get a photo), so he was walking along the ridge and keeping an eye out for its. The lady seemed to grow impatient if her assault on his head was any indication. Damn! It was great to feel wanted.“Sweet Jen,” he said. “Sweet, sweet, Jennifer and her special sweetness.” The taste was only part of that sweetness; her willingness to express desire for him was another. And, in response to the second sweetness, he resumed tasting the first. He played with her breasts again, feeling the stiffness of the nipples as he drew his fingers lightly over them. But he was also conscious.