Stephen would massage Tara's feet and calves almost every evening, trying to bring a small dose of comfort to her complaining muscles and joints, doin... what he could to make her feel better, physically and emotionally.Tara didn't return to school after our break. By the first week of April, she was eight months pregnant, uncomfortable in her body and uncomfortable enduring the continuing stares in the hallways. Stephen wanted to stay with her at home until she delivered, but both sets of. A cold rain was beating on the window, and it felt nice to snuggle under the soft, warm comforter while I waited for Megan to come back from the bathroom. In a moment she came in, turned off the light, and slipped in on her side of the bed. She smelled nice and fresh, of shampoo and rose-scented powder. While Megan was settling in, arranging the covers and pillow to her liking, I leaned over and kissed her cheek."Good night," I said. "I'm so glad you're here!" So am I," she whispered, rolling. “I’ll let you know.”Dorian took a deep breath and eyed the bottle.“Fine, we’ll talk and drink.” She said sitting down and passing her glass to him.Filling it, he passed it back to her and looked in her eyes.“You really want to talk?”Something in Dorian stirred and she knew this was man was going to be nothing but trouble for her. But she looked at his eyes, his hair, his square jaw and her temperature began to rise. It suddenly occurred to her that she had a room, just three flights up and. He placed his right hand on her hips and let it slide to the waist band of her panties, it entered the waistband and was massaging her ass cheeks. His finger began to trace a line between her ass cheeks and ran up and down as she was sort of muttering a groan. I turned her face to me and kissed her deeply, our tongues intermingling, one of her hands went to my crotch and began massaging my obvious erection as her other hand went behind her to do the same to Ed. She ended our kiss and turned to.