She took the necessary steps toward me and wrapped me in her arms. Her ginormous belly between us. ‘It’ll be okay, Deak,’ she soothed. I nodded...against her neck, but really I knew it’d never be the same between us. I let the tears fall in the safety of Jen’s skin. Prologue 3 What the hell was that about?’ I heard Anya’s tinkling little voice carry into the den. ‘It’s a lot for him to take in,’ Deak answered her. ‘He…thought he knew everything about me. We’ve…shared…intimate situations. I. Damn it, why do women get pissed when a man's dick responds to another woman. She knows I love her, and she knows I can't help my dick responding sometimes when my brain has better sense.Astonishing him, Evie playfully elbowed him in the ribs, "You would have to be dead to not responds to boobs like hers. Heck, they even look good to me."He did manage a "Thanks, Babe," but was afraid to say anything else.Later, back at home, Dave carried boxes and suitcases to his Escalade. Evie had helped pack. The device provided a unique freedom to explore afemale body at my own pace.I looked over at my device to check the time but only a few minutes hadpassed. It somehow seemed longer. Determined to get past the layers offabric I worked the shirt off her shoulders and arms. Her bra turnedout to be easier than I expected. Using both hands and being able tosee what I was doing, the clasp was the work of only a moment. Asit opened I took a moment to run my hands over her back and savor allthat. "These are my smokes, not his." Mary immediately turned and went into the kitchen. I was just about to follow her and tell her that I would smoke outside when she returned, carrying an ashtray and an ornate tabletop lighter. "Was that lighter his?" I asked."M-My muh-muh-mother's," she answered."Did he ever use it?" She shook her head. I picked it up and stroked it to life. It fired right up and I lit my smoke with another exaggerated sigh. "Thank you very much, Mary, for trusting me with your.