by the way , everyone at the knitting circle sends their love . i lost my mother when i was young , too . i felt that finger slide deep , testing me out , and i moaned , closing my eyes with the pleasure of it . i can tell hes pushing for any time he can get with his father . she could tell emma was trying to wait patiently , but her foot was tapping against the sidewalk with enthusiasm at the new turn of events . the things on the counter rattle as you f**k me . 