And, weirdly, by the end of the evening, I realized that it was just not enough. It’s me, I told myself. It’s really me, doing this. Feeling this....I longed to feel his arms around me, again, like he had done last night. I longed to hear his steady breathing, in the still of the night, and feel his warmth next to me. Except this time, I wanted him under the blanket. Under the blanket, with me.I forced myself to stop, and be objective. What could come of this? I asked myself. Nothing good, myself. It left nothing, I mean, nothing, to one's imagination. I'm quite pretty and I'm also very comfortable with my body but I'm not an exhibitionist. Well, I am some, maybe, maybe even just a bit more than some, but this suit (if you can call it that) was next to nothing and I just couldn't wear it again. It's in the back of my drawer. My mother would be proud.So, any way, I'm pouring a bowl of cereal when Sean walked up behind me and hugged me from the back, then kissed me on the neck, right where. She moved closer to him and pressed her breasts against his chest. She squirmed against him, knowing full well that his reaction would be predictable. She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him tighter against her. She heard him moan and felt his erection against her lower abdomen. ‘Score one for Ingrid,’ she smirked. ‘The ball’s in your court, Mr. Inhalt, in more ways than one!’ ‘You … Ms. Solberg, are a temptress,’ he finally mumbled. ‘You are taking advantage of me. What am I to. "It's a bit sore darling," she said coyly, "I think it might need kissing better."Well, what must a dutiful son do? I kissed it better of course!We drank both bottles of champagne in the bath and went to bed pleasantly drunk and horny. Our lovemaking was slow and tender and we pleased each other before drifting off into an untroubled sleep still wrapped tightly in each other's arms.She heard again from Arnold the following day asking her if she wanted to drive up to the prison with him to.