Not you ma, I love your daughter!

Hurdles.

    Samantha's Hood. 

~Dare Ofegu~

"Thank you..."

She sat up in bed, taking the position I had. Her long hair brushing the side of my face. We were leaning on the bed, our back to head of the bed. We were both naked. Samantha and I. Twas just after the third round. 

"I don't know what to say."

I thought out loud, as she turned a bit to hold my gaze. She put two of her right fingers on my cheek and traced them gently. 

"You don't have to say anything. Having you around is enough. I don't think you have an idea what it means to ignore all your dreams to live with a middle aged woman."

"Not really."

I tried to be reasonable, clueless about the right words to use. 

She put that hand now on my chest, tracing the curve of my chest with her fingers. I was half-tucked into the duvet as well as she. But she had the duvet, cupping her erected titties. I didn't need to be told that she had work done on