He stepped into the warm kitchen, leaned the door closed and removed his battered felt hat. Bess saw him first and stopped stirring her soup pot and s...iled. "In the dinin' room," she said, nodding toward the doorway. Billy thanked her, and went through the kitchen, enjoying the warmth and the smells and nodding to Philippa where she sat peeling apples. Anne had her back to him so he stepped behind her and put his hand over her eyes. "Guess who?" he asked with a laugh.Anne cried out, jumped up. ’ Apprehensively, a thought interruption occurs when you unwittingly start clawing at the glossy nail polish lacquered onto your thumbnail. Then unknowingly, your eyes drift to gaze out into the nearby window. But there’s nothing interesting outside, and soon you’ve recaptured your concentration and know what it is that you want to say. Hesitantly you announce, ‘Oh, I just gotta say it. Surely I could go for a nice body. Yeah, especially if he’s got a nice tush, so I can surround my hands. “Not bad, not bad. How much school you got left?” They hugged.“Just a week, then I’m as free as you,” he said.She teased, “Not as free as me, young man, you still got a semester after this one.” He rolled his eyes.The house was decorated for Christmas as usual with lights, streamers, and a wonderful tree glowing from the living room. Smells of cookies and pastries lingered in the halls, rubbing against the cool window panes that kept the winter frost at bay. Off white walls adorned with family. My other hand reaches inside my blouse, freeing my breast, and pinching my nipple between thumb and forefinger. My orgasm flows through me, as it pulses through my nervous system, the long awaited relief my body craved is found. She disappears from my thoughts, my mind concentrating on the pleasure flowing through my body.I hear the door opening, my husband is home, I climb out of the bed, pulling my panties up and fixing my pantyhose. I push my breast back into my bra and fix my shirt. A quick.