I was so wet that I could hear my pussy squelching as two fingers thrust in and out of me and over my G-spot. And there it was. One feather light touc...h. the tip of a tongue across my throbbing, swollen clit. I screamed a silent scream. I tingled from my fingertips to my toes, my legs struggling against the restraints, my hips trying to arch against that teasing tongue! Just one more touch... I felt lips pressed hard against mine, probing, seeking my tongue. Then it hit me, that one final touch,. The memory surfaced halfway through a shower. I’d closed and locked the door hoping beyond hope that Jeff would get up and leave. After the bar, we had sat on the couch and kissed for a good half hour before he pulled me into the bedroom. His hands were everywhere, staring at my face, drawing down to the seam of my bra, and lower to the button on my Sevens. I wanted so badly to tell my past self to wake up, stop, but it didn’t listen. Where was my fucking mother hen? ‘So Cal. .’ he giggled. .. giving me this man to love and be loved by. Thank you for my faith in my original decision. Thank you for fulfilling my dearest wish. Thank you for his love for me even though it frightens me at times it's so strong. Help me always to return it to him. Help me give him strength and encouragement when he needs it. Help me to cheer him up when he is down. Help me always to put him first like he does for me. Help us to support each other. Help us to resolve our differences with love. Let our. I wondered what was going on. ‘Susan was just telling me about your parents and how sweet they are. I told her I couldn’t wait to meet them someday.’ I smiled but that wasn’t why they were hugging with tears in their eyes. When lunch was ready, we sat at the table and gorged ourselves on very tender lamb chops, flavorful au gratin potatoes and veggies fresh from the oven. ‘Tom, has your mom or dad mentioned that we’re retiring early next year?’ ‘No! I had no idea. So after 40 years, you’re.