What defines me?

Cancer , A Dozen Kids , Life, Struggle

We came home from lunch and I took off my bra and put on my short shorts. With no plans other then to accomplish the laundry and lounge around. We laid on the bed together just chatting me on his belly looking up at him. My phone rang and it was my kids dad. I …

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It’s intoxicating his touch. His hands running in just the right place is liable to take my breath right from my lungs. I have had one of the more stressful weeks of my life and of course he was my rock the entire time. He calms me in any situation. His touch though it takes …

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