I could rub her beautiful skin all day. “I want to feel your hands on me, use this,” Vic directed as she held out a bottle of body wash. I abandon...d the bar of soap and squirted out a blob of vanilla-scented body wash. I rubbed her down until every inch was covered in a layer of sudsy bubbles. After feeling countless handfuls of her soft, luscious flesh I realized I wished she would be like this forever: round, thick, soft, curvy and swollen with my babies. I felt the weight of her breasts in. Smythe pulled his collar up against the rain, though he was already soaking wet. His leather boots splashed through puddles as he strode down the cobbled street, keeping his vala expanded for the enhanced awareness, despite the risk. He’d been at this for days, now, and turned up nothing.“One more day, Henley,” he muttered to himself as he walked, squinting against the rain. “Best to be sure. One more day.” The last thing he wanted was to miss an arohim due to lack of searching. Ironshire had a. Shelly yelled, "I'm going to tell Mom you threatened me!"I calmly said, "Go ahead, I'll tell her you hit me and why." Ha! She won't believe you!" and she ran off yelling, "Mom!" Then little bitch even locked the door to the bedroom hall on me when I bent over to pick up my cereal."The Mom said, "Care to explain yourself?" when I came in the front door."Sure I would. Shelly jumped me as I was coming out of my room." That's a lie!" So what was she doing on the bedroom side of the house?" I asked.. " He grinned apologetically as though he shared some amusing knowledge. "Had to keep my hand in y’know, until you showed up. And Terry’s dying to get her hands on you ... When she can, of course!"He gave her a broad, boyish wink of shared understanding. Dorinda understood nothing accept a mistaken identity which her companion refused to recognise. It all sounded a bit risqué but probably harmless. "My name is Dorinda Matson," she offered tentatively.He advanced beaming, hand outstretched. "Mark.