She stilled instantly when my hand slipped off her breast and moved down to her waist band, right over the button on her jeans.Her hand dropped on min...e and held it in place."No, John," she said softly. "Please."She wiggled her hips again. "Then don't tease, honey, please," I pleaded. I was way too close to the edge.Missy rolled over and put her hands beside my head. She smiled and lowered her lips to mine. We kissed for a while longer, and then she sat up. Her hair was badly mussed. Her lips. We stopped at a little roadside cafe for some lunch, and learned a little more about the Spanish speed of life. Still, it didn't matter, we were in no hurry, and we were sat out in the sun.When we got moving again, I asked Jon if I could sit in the back, and try to get some sleep, I still hadn't quite recovered from the booze the previous night. He said it was okay, and that he would wake me when we got to anywhere worth stopping. I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke, I was laid on my. “The goal is to make things up to our man. His fatherhood is an issue, but it is also one that we might be able to deal with at a later date. I mean after Candace gets to know the man better.”“Okay, but...” she said.“Like I said. We need to get our man happy. Marian is the key to doing that,” he said.“But his condition? I mean if it’s even still on the table,” she said. “If she is intent on keeping the money, it would for sure be less than a waste of time to even discuss it with her, let alone. Somehow, that brief interlude lasted her almost a month. Oddly, the urge to masturbate while thinking about him didn't hit her as often as it had.The desire to see him again, though, was suddenly strong one day, so she left a note for Roger that she was painting sets for the theater league's upcoming production and wouldn't be home until late. Then she went to Christy's. She didn't dress up this time, wearing jeans and a silk blouse. She did remove her bra before she went, and she felt.