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‘Let’s go to bed. I’ll finish the dishes some other time.’ In their bed, Melissa felt her husband move against her from behind. Then his hand ...lid up over her body, and he cupped one of her breasts through the silky nightshirt. Tingling warmth began to fill her. Her nipple stiffened in response to her husband’s caress, and passion began smoldering in her. She hated the fact that Tom had to be away overnight, and now that he was home, in their bed, she desperately needed for him to make love to. Our swim was abbreviated, and we hit a local eatery for supper, and then homework and showers.Somewhere during the evening I asked about her bus ride."Not exactly my favorite thing. Rowdy kids. Long. Bumpy. I wish I could do schoolwork, but that's pretty much impossible," she said."Then let me ask you this," I said. "I think I know how you'll answer, but I want YOU to say it. Can I trust you with a car? I mean, school and home on school days, and I know exactly where you go and who you're with. "Ohh," I said with a feigned hurt look, "so you did cuddle her!" Ooo I didn't say that, you're putting words in my mouth."I laughed again and said I was only teasing her. I added that I didn't mind if she did have a cuddle with her friend, she deserved some loving. Mum frowned a bit and looked at me as if she wasn't sure what it was I was saying. I decided that I'd pushed it enough for one day and changed the subject, talking about the news on TV that we were watching.Over the next few evenings. I knew I didn't have the sporty models looks of Tara, or Claires natural pornstar body. But Theo paying attention to me last week had helped my confidence immensely. My boobs, smaller than those of my friends and slightly pointy, had still grabbed his attention when he thought I was sleeping, and he had seemed quite happy with my pink, virgin slit and the fact that I had taken to shaving it regularly. With my red hair, my freckles, the little bit of remaining baby fat around my soft face I had.
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