"It it's a problem, we'll work through it if we can." It's things like that," Regan said. "You have every right to be bitter. You have every right to ...be unhappy. You refuse to do either. That comes from her. You were raised to see the best part of life. If you see something bad, you do what you can to change it. Even if she absolutely hates me, I will always love your mom for teaching you to do that."Andy felt a lump in his throat and he glanced toward his mother's closed door. He had never. I miss your hands, I miss holding them, kissing them, feeling your fingers tracing lines into my skin or finding their home again deep inside me. I miss your chest, I miss laying my head on your chest, hearing your heartbeat as I fall asleep. I miss rubbing it and sucking at it. I miss each and every hair that draws a map down its center. I miss your hips, I miss how they always bow to me or how they punish me ever so sweetly, crashing into me, leaving their presence always know whether they. The locations and characters in this story are fictional and anyresemblance to any real place, any actual living person, or any realname, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on theInternet, as long as I'm credited as the author; it is reproduced in itsentirety, it includes this disclaimer, no fee is charged to access it,and I am notified of any such reproduction!I am truly humbled by the many reviews I received, both. Main jaise niche jhooka toh mere hooth uske labhon ke close aye aur maine ekdum se usey kiss kiya. Pehle toh woh ekdum se surprised ho gayi aur sharmagayi. Lekin maine phir se uskey hoothon ko chuma aur usey chair se halke se utha kar apni bahoon main liya.Maine usey kaha Bijal (her name) kya tumhe maloom hai ki tum kitni khoobsurat ho? Yeh kehte mai usey bedroom le gaya. woh to thodi shock hui thi lekin uski eyes main maine saaf dekha hi woh bhi mere saath aaj sex karna chathithi.Lekin usey.