A Well Lived Life Book 10 The WifeChapter 33 The Last Spring Break
April, 1985, Chicago, Illinois On Tuesday morning I woke up next to Jennifer, gently removing my hand from her pajama-covered breast, where I’d apparently moved it in my sleep. She stirred, grasped my hand and moved it back. I squeezed once to acknowledge that I was OK with it and Jennifer snuggled back against me. “This feels nice,” she whispered. “It does feel nice!” I teased. She laughed and I felt her hand move, then grab mine and slip it inside her pajamas so that I was cupping her...