I had to taste her breasts and I had to taste them now. I threw the blanket backwards and in a fluid movement pulled my arm from round her neck, put b...th hands on her hips and pushed her nightie upwards. She rolled onto her back and the revealing of her white cotton panties was replaced by seeing her smooth belly and the bottom of her ribcage.The rucked up edge of the nightie caught on the underside of her breasts and as I roughly pushed them over the large orbs, she couldn't help but arch her. Thoughtful. Caring. Loving. But you need some time for yourself!"I leaned over her again and kissed her on the forehead, as well as the lips. As I stood up, she gave me that weak smile again. I hated seeing her reduced to a bed. She'd come down with MS three years earlier, and at first it didn't seem to effect her all that much, but little by little, it had claimed more and more of her physical abilities, until she was nearly always confined to her bed. So, there was a part of me that felt. He realized that inventing things for the world would never mean anything to him if he had no one to share the world with. Sure, he had his loving wife Trisha, but life was so large that he always felt he could fit so much more. Of course, Trisha would never agree. She would never want to raise a child in the chaotic and hectic life that they lived, but Robert found a way. First, he bought a house in the most exclusive gated off community in America, somewhere where even his kids could have a. She pulled my neck down and kissed me deeply, smearing the lipstick on my mouth, and leaned back, smiling, said “We’ll clean you all up later.” I had seen her over a year before, in an extended stay type hotel. She sort of migrated like the birds, hitting three general areas as the temperatures were in the 50-80s. She did not like it too hot or too cold, sort of like Goldilocks. I had teased her then that should be her name, and she giggled, saying that was a good idea. “Goldilocks, I have.