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Jean Stevenson sat sipping champagne in the lounge aboard the luxurious private Lear jet that was speeding her over the ocean towards home. Home after three long years in South America three years of separation from her son… three years away from all that was safe and familiar… three years that had changed the course of her life. Jean’s thoughts were interrupted by the approach of her new husband who had moved from behind to kiss her openly on the mouth. She was surprised, slightly embarrassed, but pleased by Tom’s open display of affection. It was a part of his nature that she still wasn’t quite used to, this unashamed, uninhibited approach to the more intimate aspects of marriage.
Still, she admitted with an inward smile, she had been in a constant state of arousal almost since the first time she and Tom had made love! It was as though a whole new world, a world of sensuality, had been opened to her. In spite of her mild state of embarrassment, Jean felt herself getting turned on. “Tom! Please!” she said in a loud whisper, although the feel of his hand slipping beneath her tight fitting sweater secretly pleased her.
“Why not!” he said loudly. “We’re married and I love you. I can feel your tits if I want to!” The couple sitting behind them looked up from their game of gin rummy to smile knowingly. Tom grinned wickedly when he saw that Jean was blushing, and to show off slid his hand up and let it rest on the full mound of her breast.
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