We talked and walked for well over an hour, and to putin a nutshell, she was bored and repressed. Her thoughts andfeelings weren't in exact correspond...nce with the traditionsand teachings of her family and her church, and she now felttrapped and helpless.Of course, knowing me as many of you readers do, you canprobably guess that I wanted to know about their sex lives.It took a lot of subtle prodding, and a lot of blushing onher part, but eventually we got around to the heart of thematter, which. ' She gathered her robe and some things and left the room. Getting the necessary chemicals meant going to another building and coming back. It took longer than I thought and I allowed my mind to go to what I had allowed to happen between Misses Bromley and I. Then for a moment I imagined what it would be like if something could happen between me sand Misses Crowley. She ha been "larger" when she first arrived at the facility but had lost considerable weight since. She had been a. Pressing harder over my already erect clit caused my stomach muscles to jerk as if an electric current had run run through me.I heard the toilet flush and sat up in bed before I gave in to my desire to slide my hand under my panties to probe deeper. Looking into the master bath, I watched Hubby start water running in the sink for his shave. His morning woody was swinging free and still mostly hard. His cock wasn't the same size as Jason's monster but it would be more than enough to scratch the. I watched her take a clean towel off the little rack at the entrance by the dryer. Her hair was wet and sticking to her back. Her suit clung to her like a second skin. I could make out her nipples. I was harder than I’d ever been.Amanda wrapped the towel around her from just above her chest and then took a second towel and swooshed it around her head into some crazy contraption that both pulled her hair in, and then locked it up on her head. She stepped to the bench and threw her shorts and.