Not bad at all," he said with a grin on his face. He now took my nipples between his thumb and index finger and started to play with them, so they bec...ame even bigger. He then started to pinch them and pull them towards him. Stretching my breasts out a little and then letting go of them to make them jump back to their normal position. He repeated this a few times, and I could feel that I was getting excited. I could feel that familiar tingle, and I knew my clit was jumping in action. It wouldn't. He needed a chance to regroup.?The bedroom. It?s right this way.? Billy walked down the short corridor to the bedroom. Behind him, he felt the delicious presence of the TV repairman. He wondered if the man were watching the pockets of his tight shorts or the way his long legs crossed just a little as he walked, placing one bare foot carefully in front of the other. He knew he shouldn?t be doing what he was doing but he could hardly help himself. He put a slight more swing into his hips, turned,. I could actually see myself marrying her one day. She was perfect in almost every way. Almost. I took a deep breath and stared vacantly at the closed door. I knew that once I stepped into that room, there would be no turning back. I knew that once I saw Tara again there would be no restraining my desires. For 8 long years I had been replaying our past sexual exploits in my head, all the while searching in vain for the one woman that could possible compare in terms of sexual prowess. In the two. Abby closes her eyes and wishes her mother hadn't interrupted them. Wait...She shouldn't want Dana at all. She can't. Dana touches her lips as she looks in the mirror. She closes her eyes and feels Abby's lips against hers, soft, gentle, and warm. The door to the room opens and Dana snaps her eyes open to look at the detective in the mirror. Abby sees Dana's hand jerk away from her lips and her own lips tingle from the memory. Dana clears her throat and slides underneath the covers of the bed..