Jillian was gasping for air. She whispered, "No... Stop... Please... My husband is downstairs!"Natalie kissed her again, this time longer. She let her... hand slide back up her body and cupped her breast. Then she whispered back, "Shhhhh... They won't bother us... We're alone... Come with me."Jillian felt herself being pulled to the bed. She tried feebly to pull away, but Natalie pulled her against her at the end of the bed and gently pushed her down onto her back. Then she straddled her and held. Chloe was in bed with me. Her front was pressed up against my back and her hand was in the front of my pajamas. She wasn't holding anything. She just had her hand into the elastic like us guys do all the time. Not very loud, I said, "God damned, Chloe. Is your bed broken?" No," she said softly, "I was scared. Can I stay in here with you?" Well, crap! I guess so. But go to sleep and don't bother me." She's such a pain.After that, it seemed that she wanted to be in my bed every other night --. “What are you doing? You’re not… putting that on me…. No way….”Beth was pulling away from me, looking with wide eyes at the ties on the bed. My answer just naturally flowed out of my mouth.“Beth, listen. I’m not taking a chance of you changing your mind in the middle of things, or acting out. It is the only way.”Perhaps she knew exactly what I meant. Perhaps she already planned on doing something in the middle of it, claiming I had forced her upstairs. Her mind processed the request,. She got in the serving line and collected her food. Not one to pass up a few more minutes with this 5'4" ~125# beauty, I approached her. Since she was alone, I invited her to sit with me. She was slightly apprehensive, but accepted nonetheless. We had a great meal together (not the food, but the company and conversation).When it was time to leave, I told her I'd love to stay in touch with her. Again, slight reluctance, but she said, "I never do this, but you have such kind eyes." She handed me.