She got up from the sofa when the news came on. She turned on the heater in the bedroom before taking her bathroom time. When she came out in just her...robe and slippers, she waited for a commercial break.“When it’s over, want to come in and brush my hair?” Bill, as she had expected, turned off the TV. While he brushed her hair, she sat looking in the mirror on her dresser. The man was thorough, and enjoyed the task, As the room got warmer, she loosened her robe. She could watch his eyes in the. "Oh, it appears I missed the best part of the show." She cooed and then got serious. "Have you ever thought of a second recliner? I think there's room for it out there and I can always take it to my place if I had to. I think I can afford it." Will you please drop the defeatist attitude? We're going to be just fine, and if the possibility exists that we aren't "just fine" it will be a situation where we both realize it with no animus. You seem to think there will be a situation where it'll be. . still am actually. Anyway, one night when he stayed over I felt a strong lust towards him. It had been there for a long while but this time it was stronger than ever. So I decided that this time when it was time to go to bed he wouldn't sleep on the floor like usual but instead I'd offer a spot on mine. So after a fun Friday night of playing video games and drinking pop ect, ect; we finally got tired enough for bed. So when he went to set his blanket on the floor I offered him to just share. "Maybe you should tell me again, just to make sure." I'm going to show you on our wedding night," he promised, pressing his hand lightly between my thighs. "Do you want to rub yourself off on me?" Yeah," I breathed. "I think I'd better." Come here then," Robert said, chuckling softly as he lifted me out of my seat. Jesus! He was strong!I didn't weigh very much anyway, being a petite sort of girl, but my boyfriend held me easily, setting me down so I could straddle his left thigh. Robert.