Sophia’s breathing became a little raspy, and I glanced down at the front of her robe. Her nipples were aroused and tenting out the front of it. She... was showing a lot of cleavage, as her squirming in my arms was opening her robe up, and her chest was becoming flushed. It was time. I slipped my hand inside her robe and cupped a large and warm breast, lifting it and running my thumb across the distended nipple.Sophia moaned, and her eyes snapped open. She pulled her head away from mine and looked. (*Anne-Mal) But isn't it a challenge to write something different?(elrodw) It sure is! :) But then, you can always find enough plot twists, unique characters and such and still stay in a theme you're comfortable in. I think writing something different is mostly a matter of not being afraid to try something different. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.Any other questions? Or shall I just rant on endlessly, extolling the virtues of my favorite stories!(*Anne-Mal) Well let's open it up for. Kim, Marsha and now Wendy would be the day people. Both Moms' were on call if they were needed during the day.Lisa Coles (Jenny's mom) was going to tutor in the class room most nights. She had retired from the school district and had been getting antsy until she started tutoring my mates, but that was on the down side with them almost finished college. Ching Lee, Vicky and Lorrie only had two classes to do in the final two semesters. Marcy only had one and that was to finish her business. “Today was terrific,” Francesca whispered, as if introducing me to some dark conspiracy. I smiled and enjoyed that sudden light feeling in my head. “You don’t know how beautiful you are,” she went on, still in that hushed, intimate tone. We sat in complete silence for a minute or so. I felt a blush rise on my cheeks, no doubt fostered by several sips of that good wine. I knew something was about to happen, something I was unsure of, a parched thirst that I wanted sated. “You are.” “No I’m.