I think of a life full of unconditional love and happiness. I wish to come home to a house full of our memories together, the hardships we overcame to...be together and all the delights that followed. I dream of Christmas mornings and hearing our children run into the living room to see if Santa had come. I dream of a daughter and a son playing outside with him, chasing them through the garden and playing hide and seek. I long to lay on his chest at the end of the day just to hear his heart. "I was immediately up the stairs to my room, bag in tow. As he showered I tried to put an outfit together.There were various skirts and tops to choose from. Was trying to find something to really get the blood pumping. I found a lace negligee to wear as underwear, my favourite holdup stockings, and when I saw her school uniform there I knew what I had to do. I had long been jealous of the girls school uniform with the platted skirt and white sheen blouse with the cute bow tie. I knew I would. . it's fixed. It has to be!" he said, dejected."Come on, let's do something a little less physical, eh?" Okay, where next?"Tina scanned the carnival, looking for something to catch her interest. Nothing stood out, so it was lucky Harry spotted something she had missed."What about that? Looks like a fortune-teller." Harry said, pointing to an inconspicuous, modest tent with a quaint, hand painted sign reading "Spells R Us". "Probably a total waste of money, but what the hell!" Okay, Harry. Me. “If I had known . . .” she began in a whisper. “Shh,” Henry mumbled. The tip of his tongue danced along the slit, tasting her sweetness. She shuddered in pleasure as her red pubic hair bristled against his face. If she known he was coming, she would have been trimmed for him, but his five o’clock shadow from the plane trip against her bush created a new sensation. She groaned in pleasure. His tongue continued its gentle teasing, waiting for her hips to begin lifting and rocking before he slid.