ever want, forever. Maybe you can't have children, but you never asked me if I even wanted them. And if I do, and you do, think of all the homeless wonderful kids who would just love to have a mother like you.

“Bill, Bill . . . YES!! YES. YES!!!"

The kiss that followed was the wonderful one of total release and giving.

"There's one thing that I want to do before we go back."

"What?"

I smiled and slipped out of my sweater, then I removed my bra and put it into my purse. Then I coyly turned my back and buttoned the soft blue sweater over my bare breasts. Turning, my breasts bobbed freely, gently pushing the angora material towards Bill. Slowly he reached out and touched them softly through the sweater. I just closed my eyes and let the unashamed river of passion course through my body.

"Soon, darling, soon . . . you can have all of me!"

CHAPTER EIGHT

We returned and announced the good news to Jean. Tears came to her eyes, and I started crying again, but this time we were both crying tears of happiness, and laughing and giggling uncontrollably.

"When is the big day going to be, Mrs. Connors!" Jean asked.

"I don't know, we haven't talked about it yet." I said blushing at the thought of my new name-to-be.

"Soon, darling! As quickly as we can elope."

"No Bill, Brenda should have a beautiful wedding, after all it'll be her only one."

Being April, we decided to set the date for the end of May, a late spring wedding.

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