I was leaning against the arm of the couch with my legs draped over Estelle who was curled up on the sofa next to me, she wore a loose flowing dress w...ich covered her up. As we watched and talked I became mildly aware that she was ever so softly stroking my foot. Not sexually, just absent mindedly running her fingers across my ankle and down to my toes. I have always had sensitive feet to the touch, not ticklish, a sexual sensitivity which no one knew about. At this moment, with the slight. "Home again, darling," Grace said, looking in the mirror taking off her exquisite ear rings and dropped them in a velvet and silk box. When she was finished with her jewels, she locked them in a wall safe covered with an oil painting they both posed for in the early nineteen thirties. On advice from several men in the know, Frank had pulled out of the stock market in early nineteen twenty-nine. He, in turn, made sure that their stocks were sold and had saved their money."Yes, we are," he leaned. You move so that you are facing me. Bending down and kissing my chest I fight and pull hard at the cuffs till a loud cracking sound across the room. Before your surprise wears off I envelop my arms around you and lock you in me hold. You are shocked as I roll us over and kiss you with all the passion I can muster. The shear look you have is nothing but awe as I hold you tight and move your body to my will. I lay you out upon the bed and move myself so my throbbing cock is pressed tightly to. I don't know. Where you thinking about her before you went to sleep last night?" Yes. After I saw her photo, all the other things you told me about her suddenly had a face and I thought a lot about her, this house, her clothes and her car. I suppose I fell asleep thinking about her." And then she appeared to you in a dream." Yes." The same thing happened to me the second night in the cabin. You had asked me about her and what she was like. After I went to bed, I continued thinking about her.