A week passed and tensions only grew more heightened. I could see the sexual craving building in her every day. We were in the most relaxing place on ...arth and yet there was a distinct tension in her face. She was begging to be fucked. It was her move and one morning, she made it. I was dozing in bed, half awake, half asleep when she came in. Straight away I noticed the lower cut of her dressing gown, which she usually kept up to her neck. Now it revealed her gorgeous, full breasts bulging out,. “Go to sleep,” she said. I couldn’t. Her snoring became louder and more pronounced. Now normally, when things like this happen, I’d just retreat to the couch, but since the couch was occupied, I decided to retreat to our spare bedroom. I slipped under the covers. I did my best to try and forget about our baby-sitter’s tease. I closed my eyes. I was just about asleep, when the bed creaked. Half asleep, I was happy my wife had come to her senses and was now ready for some serious making out. I. She then began a circular motion with the palm of her hand while pressing on my balls with increasing pressure. She asked me to tell her when it became to much for me to handle. I wanted to take all of her effort but she did not let up and kept increasing pressure, I got to the point and told her that was all I could take. She continued to do this circular thing with her palm for a few minutes at the pressure I indicated was enough, my balls were really talking to me, let me tell you. I looked. Namely, that his mama might take advantage of his being under her wing for an extended period and so hector him about his marriage prospects. He fretted he would find himself engaged to some young lady or other before the end of the fortnight without knowing quite what had hit him.Fortunately, the day before he arrived, Mrs Whitmore had received the disturbing news that her middle son Tom, currently off soldiering somewhere on the continent, was apparently co-habiting his military quarters with.