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  From my lips, his mouth trailed down my neck, to the low neckline of my dress, while his hands fondled my breasts through the thin fabric, making my nipples stand erect. I drew him closer to me, wishing I could feel those tantalizing lips all over my body.
 We were both so engrossed totally in ourselves we forgot all about Jovi. That was until his whining voice broke the spell.

 "Mummy, I want another ice cream!" 

 I disengaged myself from his warm embrace, and though feeling a bit shaky, quickly composed myself and turned to my son. He had been in the living room watching a cartoon on TV and feasting on his ice cream while Lari and I had been in the kitchen. What if my son had not interrupted us, perhaps we would have ended up making love right there in the kitchen. So intense was the strong feelings, the longing for each other.

 "You've had enough for today. You will have tummy ache if you eat too much of it," I said, wiping his lips smeared with ice cream with a paper napkin.

 "There's more in the fridge. My sister Anita, who has a sweet tooth, buys a lot of it whenever she comes from school. That girl lives practically on ice cream, doughnuts and chocolates," he stated. But I insisted Jovi had had enough and we had to start getting home...

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 After that encounter, I did not see Lari for some as he was out of town on a business trip. I tried to get him out of my mind, knowing the implication of getting involved with him. But it was difficult. He intruded on my thoughts every minute even when I was with my husband. All I could think about was the feel of his lips and his hands on my body.

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