There was not even a ripple, she was like air. I sat in my own chair, and grabbed hold of her hand again, in mine. Her skin was so smooth. It was lik... silk. Her touch was so light, the only thing that felt real was the emerald ring on her finger, a bright brilliant stone that I had given her five years ago, today. I could see a large balm of tears in her eyes. They were falling, staining the smooth painting of her cheeks. She looked me in the eye again, I can feel how itchy they must be to. If you're looking for the twenty-something stuff, this is probably not for you. Otherwise, enjoy! ;-) E. This story is dedicated to my stunningly beautiful wife, who turns me on like no other woman ever has. We schedule 'date nights' at least once a month - more often when we can - and usually have some sort of theme for the afternoon/evening. I should also tell you that we are both in our late fifties. And my lovely Lynda is every bit as sexy to me now as she has ever been. She stands just. Had they each noticed that I was also embracing the other. Should I move? Should I go? Had I messed up?“Charlie, can you put the kettle on?” Tiff’s eyes were narrow and she looked tense.“It’s your turn!”I was half expecting Tiff to respond with a giggly ‘Is not!’. Instead she turned to me and forced a smile and asked in a sweet, high-pitched, innocent voice, “Would you like a cuppa, Sam?”My throat was dry. What was going on? Why were the two girls suddenly at each other’s throats? I. He just went to sleep one night and didn't wake up. Want to see pictures of him?" I'd love to."We spent an hour looking through the family photos during the time Garrett had been alive. He could have passed for one of the twins. When Brad put the book on the coffee table, it was time for lunch. We fixed chili dogs and while we ate we discussed our families going all the way back to our Great-greats. Besides her twin brother his mother had five sisters. His father had three brothers. His.