I noted that, at least, she hadn’t stormed out of the flat, which helped my next question. “How come if you were so embarrassed, you didn’t just... leave Caroline?”“And come next week as if nothing had happened? What atmosphere would that create with Ingrid around?”“Well I’m pleased you didn’t go Caroline.”“And what’s that supposed to mean Ian?”“It feels like it’s the first time we’ve got to know each other a bit Caroline.”She obviously wasn’t used to my being so pointed as she looked at me. Our eyes met, and I could see the fires of love also burning in his irises. Without much of a warning, I pressed my lips into his. The sweet sounds of lips smacking filled the hospital room. I cupped my hands around the back of his head, holding him still for me to kiss him. Morning breath was not going to stop me. I slid my tongue into his mouth and traced the tip around the edges of his front teeth. I moaned into his mouth, gleeful that I was having this moment with my baby. Taking my hands. The daughter is one of my young mentors. At 21, she can wear a lot of my clothes but won't for long if she keeps eating and avoids the gym. She got her father's genes and his family leans towards heavy where her mother is one of those damn women who never exercises and looks great. Me, it's the gym, the bicycle, the rowing machine and any other torture device known to man to keep a hard, flat stomach and long legs. Shit, folks, let's face it, when you wear an A-cup bra, you can't afford a roll. I tell you to bite it and you do... mmmmm chocolate and strawberries so sweet. I share them with you first giving you a bite and then taking a bite myself. I push one strawberry inside your pussy dragging it up and over your clit and then bring it to your mouth, such a sweet combination. I repeat this with the 6 giant strawberries that I brought with me and then begin cleaning you up, licking and sucking all the chocolate off of your nipples, your breasts, your sweet belly. Dipping my tongue.