We have both finished our meal and are talking about what we want to do the next day when I feel a foot creep up my inner thigh. Looking into your eye... I see a glint of mischief in them as you continue to move closer to my groin. I have forgotten what you can do with your feet and was caught totally by surprise on how skillful you are. I try to hold out as long as I can but it's like sweet torture.Leaning forward you whisper that if we leave now I can do whatever I want to you. Trying to. . those were the actions of the old Nicolette, when she’d still had a body to kill for, and social status to spare. Now, she was ... well, she wasn’t in a position to lose any more friends.Sure, Duncan had been a geek when they met, but now he was ... if not “cool”, certainly higher up the totem than she was. And it was obvious that he was able pull attractive women - if Brandi hadn’t been enough evidence of that, he practically reeked of sex.A part of her wanted to ask where he’d been, who. Pushpa’s belly was soft. She was feeling aroused. I placed my lips over her neck and began kissing there. She lifted her face up to give me space to kiss her neck nicely.Then i slowly placed my right hand on Pushpa’s neck and began sliding it down on her left boob. She took her left hand and stopped me. I said let me touch your assets. She then removed her hand. I placed my right hand on her boob. God damn they are big and soft.As soon as i did that she moaned sssshhh… i realized her nipples. The timing was just not right for us to get even 5 minutes of feel time in. I had dreams about Eric, and my shower masturbation was the only relief I got. When Don and I made love, I fantasized it was Eric and I. I hoped I wouldn’t say Eric’s name in my sleep. I woke up at times with a wet pussy dreaming about Eric. I eased my finger in my pussy and fantasized it was Eric’s. Don was a sound sleeper so I found I could make myself orgasm sleeping right next to him and not wake him up. I loved.