She was moaning like hell.While putting her hand on my back hugging me close to her boobs. While another hand was pulling the sheets harder. As she di...n’t have sex for some long. I continued to press her both boobs together hard. I sucked their nipple tops. Rolled my tongue around them roughly.I pressed them hard. Licking out her nipples, as my one hand played with her boob. I was sucking the other for milk. All while she moaned. I then kissed her. I pulled her nipples hard trying to rip it her. He hinted that their were at least several levels beyond what we were currently reaching, but I found it hard to imagine.The advantage of the jump to Meadow was that I got to wear blue jeans and sweaters the entire time I was there. We didn't even dress up for Christmas dinner, which was surprising to me. I had thought that this dinner would be even bigger than the Thanksgiving one, but it turned out to be more of a family-only event than Thanksgiving was for them. Not that it was a small. Well, at least until him. Brandon. He was a good head, head and half taller than me, with naturally dark features. Everything, dark hair, eyes, and skin. His eyes were naturally narrow, giving him an era of mysteriousness. The instant I was introduced to him, I couldn't keep my mind off him. We became rather close, but he was too much of a player to want to get too close to me. We would flirt and tease each other, sharing an occasional friend kiss or close hug. Every kiss or hug, though, would. After, almost seven songs, Deb walked in and sat on the couch next to my recliner. She sat still for about three more songs and then she very quietly spoke.“I love you, Mick.”“Not, “I know you do?”, Deb?” I asked quietly.“What?”“Deb for a very long time now, every time I told you that I loved you, your answer was ‘I know you do’. You haven’t told me ‘I love you’ in a long time. As a matter of fact, until just now, I can’t remember the last time you said it, do you?”She sat quietly for a bit.