“To be sure, I love you very much; more than you can imagine. But we aren’t lovers.”“You are sucking on my nipple,” said Faith, incredulous ...t her mother’s response. “You have two fingers in my pussy. You just had me eat you. We aren’t lovers?”“No, dear. We aren’t lovers. We have had sex but that was recreational sex. Think of all of this as a game. It will be much easier to understand that way.”“I’ll try,” replied Faith. She gasped as Jill slid a third finger into her, feeling her sex being. ’ Before she could regain enough composure to reply, he strolled from the kitchen without a clue of how rude and hurtful he had just been to the woman he supposedly loved. Finally, she recovered enough from the shock to mumble under her breath, ‘That may be true, but I’m as close as you’ll ever get to her, mister. For such a highly educated man you can sure make some stupid statements. You’d think with two degrees you’d at least have a little common sense.’ She had carefully watched Grant as. But she was so good to him when his loss of Gwen was acute, and wasn’t she perfect with the children! And now look at the pair of them! Always cold or in a shouting match.As the whisky calmed and warmed him he began to admit to himself that Celia would need relief from looking after the children, and, he admitted, from him. He remembered she had calmly admitted she still loved him, yet she had to live with him platonically. She had said she would never make a move on him. How could she relieve. " she says looking at her bag, "I'm dressing as a witch." Like what kind?" I ask, not looking up."Like a good witch." she says, looking at me with her little grin."Like... The Wizard of Oz?" I ask, now looking up."Yea, like Glenda." Well, thats a coincidence," I say, finally returning her smile, "I'm dressing like the scarecrow..." I pause for a second, thinking about what I just said, "I know it's not very original, but I liked the idea." Well, if it works for you, go for it." she continues to.