As I previously mentioned, when Clarice left for college it was of particular dismay to me, and I was happy when she returned from her freshman year f...r the summer. With this prelude, you can understand why I was on tenterhooks throughout the day, awaiting Clarice’s arrival at 3:00. As I waited, I changed the sheets on our bed and the towels in the bathroom, detailed the house, and was prepping dinner when the doorbell rang at the appointed hour. Imagine then my surprise when I opened the door. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top. Then I crawled in next to my snoring bear of a husband and slept the sleep of the damned.I woke up the next morning feeling great...birds shining, sun chirping. My cotton panties were neatly folded by the side of the bed, which was weird;. She was feeling really turned on by his close presence and the gentle touches of his hands. He loosened the tape in an approximation of her current neckline and his her nipples felt the brush of his thumbs and fingers as he proceeded to make a detailed careful measurement. A thrill ran down her body, tingling right down to her pussy. Instinctively her legs opened wider as she felt a heat building in her pussy. This deep is ok? as he held the tape between her tits, his knuckles were pressing. “Do you want yours now or later?” she asks as she walks over to the vanity mirror and unclips her hair so it falls in long voluminous blonde curls over her chest I want to touch it.She moves the presents from the bed onto a chair by the vast window overlooking New York city “Now please hunny” I say knowing It just something material. She smiles and walks over to her bag and picks out a little silver package “OMG WOW a Rolex you shouldn’t have baby but thank you it was the one I wanted” she.