Then he opened my bra and started to lick my nipples and kissing my breasts. With his hands he started to stroke my legs, he started at my knees, slow...y going up some more. He was stroking the inner side of my legs and I've noticed that I'm already wet. His hand got under my skirt and he was pushing my slip to the side, and with his fingers he started to massage my wet pussy, until he decided to push two of his fingers deep inside of me. His mouth went towards my neck, which he started to suck. " Arlene seemed to shrink into herself with that realization. Then, she said "I just don't like intercourse. There's nothing I can do about that." Then, if you truly loved Dan, you would let him go. He wants and needs sex, and it his reasonable expectation as a husband." But he's my husband! I do love him! I can't let him go!" I think you love having him more than you love him," Julie challenged.Arlene did the drowning fish thing, shocked by Julie's charge, but uncomfortable at the feeling that. “I’m sorry, Faye, I just wanted to see what was happening. With John and the girls in danger, I can’t stop worrying about them...”Faye hesitated, knowing all too well the feelings that the teal-hued girl was describing. “I do sympathise, it’s horrible being left to worry when your friends are in danger ... but John doesn’t want you involved with the fighting.”“But I won’t be fighting!” Helene pleaded in a rush. “I could just watch them on the little screens there ... then I’ll know they’re. ‘Can we…’ she stopped and tried again. Watching him raise her eyebrows at her as she faltered and struggled, she took another deep breath. ‘I’ve heard convention sex is the best. And that it’s a little like Las Vegas that everything that happens stays here….’ she trailed off, waiting for his reaction. He couldn’t help but grin as he watched her fidget with her fingers. It was obviously something that she didn’t do often, and she was so cute while she fumbled through the proposal. He considered.