Soothing the itch with their lover's juices, hardening to the point thatsomething has to burst free in order for it to ever be soft again.Dammit, I wi...h I had someone. I look at my phone but the net is stilldown, as it has been most of the time since we arrived. No access toporn, my usual release. I throw the covers off of myself and climb outof bed. The soft material of my pj's does little to hide my erection -if anything, it makes it worse.I step out of my room, check to make sure no-one's. ” He stands up and kisses her. “I like your outfit.” He chuckles. “I just threw this on when I got home from work.” Melody looks down at her attire. A pale pink tank top, with a pale gray zip up that fits to her body and arms and black capris yoga pants that fit to her thighs and slightly flair below the knees. “What are you wearing underneath?” Jake smiles, so attracted to his wife’s body. “I guess you’ll have to find out yourself.” Melody smiles and eats her food that is left on her plate.. That included playing “doctor” in the treehouse my dad built for us quite a way back in our big yard.We examined each other’s parts and she thought our little stiffies were cute. We were all fascinated by the way the other kind peed and played a few games with that as part of our innocent explorations.When puberty struck, and of course her earlier than us, she was still like a sister and would talk to us about sex. It was in the early 60s and we were woefully ignorant. One day on the way home. I stood there with the phone in my hand and water dripping off me. My torment had returned. Did he really ask me to go to his office in the pink dress. He knew I didn't like the dress. He had made me buy it. I had worn it while on holidays but it wasn't suitable for the office. It was very short and low cut at the front and back and he didn't want me to wear any underwear. I couldn't do it. People would see me. I dried myself and lay on the bed. I knew I would be punished if I didn't go. My.