Maybe she only exists in my mind. Because the only person I see theses is world-weary and raw. I don’t care for her much. Even now as I write, I beg...myself to stop, because if I don’t, I am forced to think of all I am loosing, all the precious time I have already lost. All the pain that I have kept safely harbored inside my heart. I can feel it swelling up inside me now wanting to push past the barriers I have built up, I can’t bare to feel the storms waves crashing over me. Every moment of my. ” With that we fell on the bed and I began to suckle first one tit then another. Dottie was moaning as I moved down her stomach and began to kiss her belly button. When I finally took my fingers and spread her pussy lips, and touched her clit with my tongue, Dottie had an orgasm and grunted “that was fantastic” and pulled my head back to hers. I told her I did not have a condom and asked if she was on the pill. She told me this was her safe time, that she had finished her period about. Before, and he might not like what he’d seen. She turned, wiggled, watched herself in the mirror. No, a second thought, he would fall desperately in love with her and become a nuisance, just wanting to see them over and over, or heaven forbid, wanting to touch them. With those broad hands, the fingertips, touching her so softly, like so, caressing (how did he know?) so softly, then firmly squeezing them (like this…) kneading their complex texture, feeling the sudden rush of warmth beneath his. It was well-suited to our needs – remote with no immediate neighbours, plenty of space for the children to play in, and enough room to cope with the expected expansion of our family.The most significant event, as far as I was concerned was the decision we took that Pauline and I should marry. I couldn’t marry Lindy, but we knew it was a kind of ‘book exercise’ to still a few wagging tongues: Lindy shared my bed as often as Pauline and the two young women got along with each other just fine. You.