." I said in a weak protest. I brought my hand up and took hold of his fingers which were teasing my nipple. I intended to remove his hand from my bre...st, but I didn't. I simply held his hand in place against my breast. I could not seem to muster the strength to actually pull his hand from my breast; the contact was simply too pleasurable. I could not bring myself to make him stop. God forgive me, I needed my stepson's touch at that moment. Bryan slowly started to move his hand away from my. We could’ve been doing this all year.”“Yeah.” Mallory’s voice grew breathless. Her arms lay beside her motionless as she pondered what Carmen just said. Suddenly her heart dropped, and she frowned. “It’s funny.”“What’s funny, baby?” Carmen cooed.“It’s funny how much you can fill me up, and I can still feel empty inside.” Mallory sighed. She turned halfway around and asked. “You don’t really love me, do you?”Carmen rolled back and kept her eyes downcast. “No.” She mewed. “I guess pretending this. Then the man turned,"I said make us some tea you stupid little woman." Then as quick as aflash, he hit me across the side of my face with the back of his hand.The world flashed and I tasted blood from where my cheek cut on myteeth, and as I shook my head to clear it, he said loudly, "TEA," andraised his hand again making me flinch.I jumped to attention and quickly said, "Yes I'm going, straight away,"and almost ran into the kitchen.God that had hurt and I still felt a little dazed, what was. When we got onto the coach our wife’s decided to sit next to each other for a chat while us, the two men, sat in the double seat behind them. When the coach started off to the first destination I noticed that the seats were rather narrow and his knee/leg was touching mine. As the journey progressed he started to push his knee/leg gently into mine and it was, I must admit a pleasant feeling and I also returned the feeling by pushing into his knee/leg, this continued without a word for the length.