Exactly of the type you're thinking of, yeah. Romance in name only. I am accordingly embarrassed, but not ashamed.That's not all I'm reading, but it...s nice and mindless when I need something to get me to stop thinking and something to help direct things when I start feeling something. I just miss you.Focusing on the work does help. Part of me wishes that nothing helped. I feel weird without you, and I almost feel bad about adapting to it. Or sad, maybe. We're learning some fascinating. A few drinks later they were all over each other as my jealously grew. Kiara could clearly see the pain on my face and went to talk to some guys that had bought her a drink earlier (she hates awkward situations). The past few weeks before that night Sarah would always tell me how much she liked me, she would always send me cute texts and have long kissing sessions when ever we met up. We never had sex because something always seemed to interrupt us, but she always made sure she got a grope full. It felt good to her tit too. It felt a lot like it did when Susie massaged her tits to make sure she didn't get chest Charlie horses. Jane had never had one but Susie had explained how bad they can be and how to prevent them. Susie had explained that you could do self massages but it was always best to have someone else do it. Jane thoroughly massaged them every morning and night but was still worried because someone else wasn't doing it. She had thought about asking Jack or Dad or even Mom to. She was good, very good and the oil seemed to soak right into my skin, it felt wonderfully soothing and the dull ache in the small of my back seemed to disappear to be replaced by an even duller ache on the other side of my body!"Turn over" she said huskily, "I might as well do a proper job" You already have" I laughed as I turned over,"Oh my God" she said with a grin, "That's what I love about you Chris" What, you love my cock more than my intellect?" Oh definitely" More than my good looks or.