’ ‘Yes sweetie, only you. You must do the same. No more bar work.’ Anh stepped back and dropped her shift to the floor. He gasped, ‘You shave....’ She did not answer. She slowly turned so he could study her tiny body. He wet his lips as her hands reached for his belt. John ran his hands over her flat stomach. He grinned as he felt where she had shaved. ‘Beautiful,’ he whispered, ‘very beautiful.’ She was wet and his finger slid in easily. He moved the finger slowly using his thumb to uncover. Roja: Yes, if anyone knew that a mother and son lay like lovers, naked, people would be horrified.Shahid: But you are not my mother.Roja: Yes, but I am married to your father. Do you think you’d be able to explain to anyone why a son is sleeping with his father’s wife?Shahid: I guess not.Roja: Goodnight then, it’s time to sleep.Shahid: I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep soon, but I’ll try. Goodnight.What followed this was moments of silence. The rain had finally stopped. The candescent. Finally, she allowed her body to succumb to the great torrents of release, whimpering against my mouth as her body shuddered and trembled. She was so soft and it felt so sweet to hold her when the last contractions left her body helplessly drained. Caressing the blonde hair out of her closed eyes, I placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She opened her eyes and looked at me. ‘You were so amazing. I can’t believe we did this, but it was one of the best experiences I’ve had…of this kind, I mean.’. The hand went beneathher, and found her out. Anna sighed. The fingers began playing with her throughthe material, slowly rubbing it against her, pressing themselves through it,and giving gentle little pinches in the most sensitive place. The rough blackwool was most stimulating. 'I think you can let her go, Richie.' Anna felt the Sergeant release her. She had vowed to get up and leave atthis moment. Now she found she couldn't, and despised herself, even as herbreath grew longer. The wool slid.