You and I start moving to lay down and as we do our kiss parts and my lips move down kissing your chin, then underneath it, then slowly down your sexy...neck, which is something I've always fantasized about. I hear you moan softly “Mmmmm Melissa, I love you so much.”As I lay down you get up and start to remove my jeans, you gently unbutton them and tug at them. Finally you pull them off my ankles. Then you get back up next to my laying body and pull off your own pants. I couldn't stop staring at. We eventually sat down and had a discussion.The following week her mood changed. When she came over, she'd tease me, making jokes about Amber filling in for her. I shrugged it off, but in my mind, I was hoping something like that might happen.Over the course of our brief relationship, we'd experimented in the bedroom a little bit. Being tied up, blindfolded, various positions which didn't always work out as planned and some that were fun. We did some role-playing, and a few other little games. They were a bit far away, so she braved herself to yell and offer help when the men started laughing about something. They moved in sync, never instructing each other, and somewhere in between Emma lost the courage to speak. Instead she stared at the depths of the forest, as the sun glinted against the deep forest colors. The dark trees loomed ahead. Again. She was sure this wasn’t her imagination, but a faded memory. The one person, someone she tried so hard not to think about, always came. Favreau.Nothing overt, of course. Just a shy little smile whenever hecomplimented my cooking, which he did quite often. He seemed to like itquite a lot when I asked Daddy if it would be all right if I had alittle wine with dinner, and even more so when I sipped it and gazed athim over the top of the glass.After dinner, Daddy and the Favreaus retired to the living room whileMelissa insisted on helping me with the cleanup."You handled that like a pro," she said to me in the kitchen. "I'm.