.." I pause for a second, thinking about what I just said, "I know it's not very original, but I liked the idea." Well, if it works for you, go for it..." she continues to smile as she stands up.I do the same, but she starts to pull off her socks, I turn around and reach into my bag, finding my costume shirt. I find it, a tattered shirt with bits of straw sticking out. I start to unbutton my shirt. She steps around the bench and steps up to the sink, washing her hands, and checking her hair a. Her hands that took residence on my chest were more than weightless on me. She now carried an invisible force in her touch, a power that pulled me toward her instead of pushing me away. I still felt a level of fear in her mind, fear of the unknown, but it was becoming diluted with the new desires taking over her heart. I finally kissed the spot I wanted to kiss, the spot that trumped all others. My lips touched the area over her dimples, first one, then the other. My lips were like fingers,. She laid on the pillow next to me, cuddling up close. She was so quiet I thought she had fallen asleep. I carefully put my book up and placed my arm around her. Unlike her sister, she had nice big breasts. It, being nighttime, it appeared, she didn't have a bra on either.After I got up to turn off the light in the bathroom, she shuffled a little and cuddled up close again."What do you think of John Dickson?" she asked."How do you mean, Jaki?" He's kind of cute. Don't you think so?" No, I don't.. The change in the atmosphere and passion in our bedroom activities was evident to each of us. Gone was the facade of having sex just to have sex. We made love, real love, with a passion and intensity that I had never experienced in all my years married to Scott. For the very first time, I could feel that my love was being returned, and that feeling created an upward spiral of emotional involvement. The more that I responded to his love making and passion, the greater was his desire to please.