I whats more want to snatch those mouthwatering and beautiful buttocks of his, and then caress them bountifully as I feel like doing. He is my husband...after all, or is not he? He reaches down for my simple legs and wrests them up. I am left out of breath and I am even on the point of falling into a faint the minute he accomplishes this. Mason, my one and only Mason! With his hand, he suspiciously makes it as far as my clitoris is and starts to smooth and massage it. I incline down on the bed in. She never mentioned it, though, and acted as if everything were okay. Not once, in later life was the subject ever brought up. Not once, either, did I ever try again to peep at Beth.Beth and I both finished growing up. I went to college and so did Beth. After we finished college, I got a job in Los Angeles and Beth in Philadelphia. We saw each other only on visits back to the farm, and gradually we drifted apart, with occasional letters being our only contact.Neither of us married. I don't know. She knew that her love for him would never be returned, but that was okay, life was good. She had a good job as a physiotherapist which she enjoyed. She dated occasionally but no one ever quite measured up and in the back of her head she knew it was because on Chad. Sometimes at night when she couldn’t sleep, she would touch herself and think of him. That still gave her the same pleasure that it had ten years earlier, when she was fourteen. She would never forget the day she had read the news. ‘What about him?’ Dante asked coolly. She wanted to fold her arms, but the cuffs prevented it. So she just settled with crossing her legs to mirror Estafanas aloof position. ‘What about him?’ Estafana repeated slowly. Her mouth curled in distaste. Dante had shown her more disrespect in fifteen minutes than all of her superiors had in fifteen years. She was starting to lose her patience. But none of her anger rose to the surface. Her body language and expression stayed the same despite the fury.