"Oh, yes, I've thought about this moment ever since I came back home. I want us to be together, Alex," I blurted out, not knowing what her reaction mi...ght be, suddenly fearing that I'd gone too far."I've thought the same thing, Andy. It's something I think we need to talk about. But right now, let's just feel good together."That was exactly what we did after supper. We felt good the whole night long, several times and finally fell asleep snug in each other's arms until the alarm sounded for me. I stopped thrusting after my orgasm had finally subsided, but it was obvious that Jill was no where near finished and she started to rhythmically grind her mound against me. I had not even gone soft and started to slowly thrust into her again, building up slowly to a more intense pace. Her breathing moaning and grunting was getting louder and she instructed me to suck her tits again which I needed no encouragement and realised they were covered in milk where it had been dribbling out since we. Jane found that she felt that home was where Jim was. Was this love? Jane thought so. Now, she just had to convince him that he didn't really need to farm, he needed to be with her in Heinlein. Maybe she could convince Jim to mothball his farm for the next season so she could give him a taste of life away from it; she'd work on it.It was no surprise to Jane to find that farm life was not for her; she'd known that since she was a child. But she had to be subtle; she couldn't bad-mouth the farm. That sound I make – the little hum that means I’m enjoying your love-making – it belongs to you too. I am playing with your breasts while you play with mine. I’m stroking your nipples and you are stroking mine too. Now you break our kiss and kiss and nibble your way down to my breast. You take my nipple into your mouth and bite and suck. My small nipple is sensitive. I slowly inhale. You know I’m enjoying your touch. My fingers are woven in your curls, but gently, just gently holding you while.