She stood and stared up at him, gasping when he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. His mouth descended, meeting hers halfway. For a space of tim...e, their lips clung together and his groan covered her moan. Then he slowly let her go. ‘Now…run!’ ‘I love you!’ She turned even as a sob caught her by surprise. She ran, her eyes on the ground in front of her, her ears were attuned to hear the sound of his running feet behind her. Or for the sound of the mine as it exploded. She prayed not to. Once they were deep enough, Jeff pulled her into his arms. She flowed into him, pressing her warm body against his. He spun them in slow circles while she gazed intently at his face. Her eyes flickered between his own and his lips.“If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered.“Ha! You wasted no time with that tart. What’re ya waitin’ for now?” Her mouth twitched into an amused grin, daring him to kiss her.Jeff leaned in to touch her lips with his. Her breath was hot. Hers stuck to her boobs in a couple of places; come."You were always a little neater than me about such things," she said, which probably mystified the guys, but we knew what we meant. I sort of liked taking it on my boobs and face now that I was involved in regular sex, but I always preferred it inside me. Liz, on the other hand, thought it was part of the excitement. To each their own. We did have our differences, after all.One of the things about twin girls is that guys get curious about how. Our daughters were six months old now and quite lively. Their mothers had decided to stop breast feeding, and gave them formula now. The girls missed Emer and Fand, as they always played with them or sang to them. Their grandmother wasn't an adequate substitute, as they didn't know, or recognize this strange woman, and screamed when she held them even though she did her best to amuse them."They don't know you yet, Mother Kent," Margie told Mom, as she took her daughters back. Edana and Gale.