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She lay beside me today. Moaning...not like that...just complaining, trying to annoy me. Fidget, fidget, fidget. NO smiles. Shifting about. "Move your arm"...heaving sighs. oh so irritable.

So I asked her rhetorically if she knew what her problem was and informed her that she was sexually frustrated. Which is not something that an irritable woman wants to hear. She wasn't best pleased...she blushed and denied it. Fought my hands off her.

I kissed her. I kissed across her face, her neck, I love kissing her neck, her ears...she squirmed and giggled. My hands covering her body, stroking, massaging, over and over, I couldn't get enough of her. The flame started. Lips and hands. Everywhere. Her touch. Her kisses. She was driving me wild. It had been too long. Everywhere was ten times as sensitive as before. Moaning (the good way) and breathing so loud. We were alone in the house. It was getting to bursting point when I undid her trousers, my finger teased over her wetness....

then there was a key in the door. My Dad. He knocked on the door. Came in my room. Kim sat up in my bed, hair all over the place. I slid under the covers leaving my guilty eyes pointing at my Dad.

"It's freezing in this house" I moaned at him.

And he left.