That night, when Laurie and I were lying in bed together, I brought up her mother's comment about how beautiful I was becoming.
She cooed a sweet "I agree" in my ear, and as she ran her fingers through my hair she whispered that she enjoyed sharing a world of beauty with me. With that that my long tapered nails on my right hand tantalized a nipple while my other hand stroked her thigh. It seemed that the thought that she would consider replacing me in her life with a macho male could be safely set aside. Thus I just allowed myself to enjoy the closeness of her soft flesh, her touch, her smell, her warm breath on my neck, and the night passed very pleasantly