"Well... really... I... I... was just thinking romantic thoughts."."Were they about Gerald?"Silence."Were they about Gerald," she repeats more insiste...ntly? Still I fail to answer."Then they were about something or someone else, weren't they?" It is not a question. It is a statement of fact. For the first time, her eyes rise from the keyboard and she looks me directly in the eye. "Janie... " Yes... " I whisper as she looks away."You were fantasizing about me, weren't you?" Again it is a. ” Jo convinced herself. “About as good as any dream could get!” She said to herself as John walked into the bedroom. “Hey Hun,” John said. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” He asked. “Not at all, I was fast asl**p having a great dream and woke up just as you came home,” Jo said hugging her husband. “I’m just going to use the bathroom while you get ready for bed,” Jo said to her tired looking husband. Jo smiled at herself in the full length mirror. “That was some dream woman!” She whispered to her. Now that would make it a worthwhile trip.JimmyThings seemed to have settled down for a while, and I had been able to get back to the routine of business – as routine as it can be trying to earn a living while constantly wondering if or when the next disaster was going to land, anyway. I found the routine oddly reassuring; just doing the small jobs to keep busy, promote the business, and make a living. Most were still the anonymous tip jobs for reward money, which is usually pretty good. The. Mia imagined her hands rubbing at those damp shoulders as he buried his face between her legs and licked and nibbled at her clit. ‘Oh jesus!’ she whispered and after a furtive glance at the hall to make sure her brother wasn’t there, she slipped a two fingers under the leg elastic and sank them deep into her wet folds. Mia had shaved her pussy bare three days earlier, anticipating bikini season. Now, her labial lips felt smooth and naughty and blood engorged as she rubbed at her clit with.