| !! |
|
|
Their tongues intertwined once again. They frantically kissed and probed each other with their tongues. Desperate for more contact, Rogue placed her hand on Scott's chest. She briefly rubbed his firm muscular chest, and then moved down. First to his toned stomach and then to the growing bulge in his pants. There she stopped and her hand began to massage the growth. With her lips immersed in his, she could hear a muffled moan come from the depths of his throat. Despite the tremendous sensation of Scott's tongue entangled with her own, she broke the lip lock. THEY say 'With Age Comes Experience'. They also say 'Life Begins at 40'. Then again, 'They', whoever 'They' are, say a lot of things, most of them pretty pointless, when you think about it. But I'll let them off about the Life Begins at 40 bit – it's near enough. In my case, it began at 42.
That was a few years back, mind, but it was one of the best, most exciting, most liberating yet bittersweet times of my life. And now my past was coming back to – well – maybe not haunt me, but confront me, and the butterflies in my stomach were churning. I wandered into the kitchen for the umpteenth time to see Rose busily preparing the salad and Hannah putting the finishing touches to the trifle. Delicious smells of a superb roast dinner wafted out of the oven and I felt my mouth watering. But still those butterflies overcame the pangs of hunger. Because I'd be seeing her again.