. would I say anything? Would I pretend not to notice? It'd been awhile since any of the sex adventures my husband and I share... mainly due to his cu...rently busy work schedule. The thought of Ben getting a little peek really started to turn me on. Ideas started racing around my head how I could expose myself, without letting on I knew. I can let him get his thrills all while playing innocent... but how? I knew I wasn't the youngest girl around, and certainly past my prime, but I think I'm. The charity was vaguely referred to as being something to do with improving race relations.The invite came with a few instructions the first of which was that Heidi had to be available for at least a couple of days after the actual auction, that is, have no other commitments; second, although I was included on the invite I was not to admit to being her husband; third, it was not necessary to be dressed up too much. All intriguing stuff and we wondered just exactly what we would be letting. ”“Should we get started too then?” Hannah asked, looking away from Harry. She quickly walked over to the chair at the desk, her fingers digging into the palm of her hand. She hesitated behind the chair. Her heart was racing wildly and she couldn’t remember ever being this nervous. She took a deep breath.From behind her, Hannah heard Harry shift on the bed. “We don’t need to do anything tonight, Hannah,” he told her, as though he knew that she was nervous.“No,” Hannah said with a surprising. It was that evening I decided to take this to the next level. I had my period in full flow. I took out my pad, it was a bloody mess, a WW1 tourniquet looking thing. I went into his bedroom and threw it in his garbage can, right on top which ensured his attention.There was nothing said that night and I went to sleep as usual. I woke in the middle of the night to go pee. The seat was down, in my half asleep state I wasn’t ready for the wetness on the seat. I finished my business then got up to.