Needless to say I was not prepared for him and before I hit the floor under his weight the towel came off. XXNX He was now able to hold me so that I could not avoid being kissed. The sensation was thrilling. Maybe if I did something to cause him to tickle me again. He gently patted my face and said, “See how you like being slapped around by me.” Then while we sat there on the floor in the family room he wrapped me up in his arms and kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips. Even as I spoke I realized I did not sound angry. As I dressed in a tank top over my bra and tight jeans I thought about what we had just done in the hall. Why did I want him to kiss me?
