I made myself ready, then quickly sprang to my feet and jumped away from her. But not once did I feel she was going to lean forward and kiss me, or that she wanted me to make the first move.As I pondered this strange paradox, I thought back to last Saturday when I’d stormed into the party to see Jill dancing so sexily with Luther and the hungry wolf-like look he’d had on his face as he’d held Jill at arm’s length to watch her sway and move in that incredibly. I enjoyed the feel of her arms around my neck and the smoldering look in her eyes as she gazed into mine. "Who would have thought? My beautiful, sexy husband." My handsome, rugged wife." Should we buy you some more clothes, darling?" I thought you'd never ask."As we. It's just." She clasped my hand within her two much larger hands and gave me a flash of Cary Grant's perfect, even white teeth as she smiled fondly at me. Why? Are you bored? Would you like me to try something else when we get home?" No!" Margaret said, so sincerely that I had no trouble believing her.
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