Maybe this will let me sleep.”“How about this?” he said, wrapping me in his arms.“Mmmm,” I moaned just a little, then pushed up to kiss him....It was much better. I went to sleep with his nose in my hair, breathing me in.We slept. We tossed and turned, naturally, and once or twice I woke with a start, then realized that this was Jay and I was supposed to be in this bed. I went back to sleep every time, and every time either one of us was facing the other, we held on. I was snuggling spoon-style. She was pressing against me now, all pretence of resistance gone. Her tits were wet with my saliva, but she didn't want me to stop,protesting when I did. Heedless of her protests, I kissed her again, full on the lips, and was surrpised to find her kissin back, her arms holding onto my shoulders, her wet torso pressing against my chest, her body, invisible in the darkness, nevertheless expressing its desire to be taken. My hands shifted to her jeans, pulling the belt till it was out of the way,. I loved it, his hand traveled a little farther testing boundaries. I moaned lightly against his lips letting him know I enjoyed every moment of it. I felt him smile against my lips this time, I whined a little wanting his lips back with mine. He laughed a little and pressed his lips between mine. He sat up for a second and smiled down at me, I looked up at him pathetically, wanting him back against me. He took off his shirt and my heart burst. He was gorgeous, his body was perfect. I ran my. What excuse would she have for his absence tonight and Friday and then finally, the weekend. She thought about telling the children the truth, but they were so young and innocent. They would never understand; especially Andrea. There had to be something she could say ... there had to be.As Andrea and Scott left for school, Jeanette picked up the phone and called The Wagon Wheel. There was no answer at this early hour, and she left a message on the answering machine that she wouldn't be in today.