I have no hot water" she explained in a tearful voice from outside of my bathroom door."Come in ... come in quickly ... my hot water may not last much...longer" I explained."I ... I ... can't" she replied in an agitated voice.It's no time for modesty ... come on before you freeze to death out there" I responded in a raised and firm voice."Oh OK" she replied as she slowly entered the room wrapped in a big white towel.I opened the shower door and beckoned her inside, giving her a full frontal view. ‘How was yours?’ ‘Just okay?’ ‘Well, thinking about a certain truck driver kept a smile on my face.’ I stopped myself from telling him about my family concerns. He hadn’t called me to listen to me vent. ‘Oh? Anyone I know?’ ‘I think you know him pretty well, since it’s you.’ ‘Oh, good. Just checking.’ We talked for what felt like only a few minutes. When Charles said, ‘I’d better go, we’ve been talking for half an hour and I have to watch my cell minutes,’ I had to check my clock. Sure enough,. "Don't hurt me," she begged. "Please. Don't hurt me." She had meant to say don't **** me. Take what you want and go. As his hands began to unbutton her blouse, she realized that what he wanted was her.The air was cool on her fair skin as he opened her blouse. He began kneading her tits again with more tenderness than she expected from a r****t. She felt his hot tongue on her belly. She flinched, sucking in her tummy. But he pursued and thrust his tongue into her belly button. "No!" Gina said. If you'd see things from my viewpoint," he concluded."Oh, yeah? You should try mine!" she huffed, staring angrily at her husband.Stan nearly lost his temper. "Nothing happened! I can't help it if Tracey is always advertising." His withering look of contempt raked her comfortable slacks and shapeless top. "You certainly don't dress up anymore, and sharing a bed is supposed to mean more than just taking the covers. A man has needs!" I have needs, too!" Gretta, stung by his criticism, snarled. "I.