<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we kiss and caress for a wonderful forever until my eye catches her bedside clark ... pull back gently …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Okay, I know you don't have to go to work tomorrow but I do. Seven days a week, I have to. So let's turn in and catch what sleep we can, okay please?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  disengage and sit up ... lingering touch ... and I'm off naked to the bath ... her makeup remover is obvious ... go at my face and finish with her moisturizer ... a nice one that I used to use ... then sit on the toilet and do the necessary ... wipe and wash my hands …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Do you have a guest toothbrush, Kimmie?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  look in several drawers but nothing jumps at me …</em></span></span><br/>