He always knew exactly when I needed tea. It tasted better somehow when he made it for me, with just the right amount of sweetness.The white cotton sh...ets felt good and soft against my legs. I began to smooth the lotion over my skin, rubbing the moisture and wetness in. It was getting dark as the sun kissed the sky goodnight and I reached over to his side of the bed, sighing as I felt how much I missed him. Striking one of his matches, I lit a few candles. Our kitty looked at me from the. She looked very sad when I picked her up on Christmas morning and hardly spoke on the journey. Not surprising really when your parents leave you alone to fend for yourself on Christmas day while they enjoy themselves. Marion was as cheerful and sprightly as ever and when we entered the dining room she pointed to a sprig of mistletoe over the doorway. I knew what she intended but I kissed her instead before turning to Em and saying, "Your turn now dear." The word 'dear' just popped out but I. I wore white cotton panties and no bra. I had opted for high heel sandals and tied my hair up in a high ponytail, a spritz of scent on the collarbone and by my jawline. We had met in Waterloo and although he'd try to hide it I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his khaki trousers. Taking my hand he intertwined his long strong fingers with mine and guided me out of the busy station. We took a walk along the river, we found ourselves walking against the crowd and so he let go of my hand and. She put her lips round my knob , running her tongue round and round it. As she took it further in she was sucking hard, rubbing the underside with her tongue. And then suddenly she stopped. "This was for me, and I get the feeling you're beginning to enjoy it too much.."She climbed up onto the bed and stood with one foot on either side of my torso. "Look at me," she commanded. As if I would want to look anywhere else. "This is what a girl's body is for, to be looked at. I love to have a man look.