I will him to walk by the door, will him to touch me forever until I’m a needy thing for him, breathless, clasping to bring his body on top of my bu...ning flesh. I’ve long since reached down and started lightly running my fingertips around in circles over the backs of my thighs and up over my hips. It feels so very good, but only frustrates me more in my need for my lovers touch. I hear him walking about and hold my breath, shivering. ‘Please, please come to me’, my brain yells out behind my. She was standing modestly so to be sure all I really saw was the neatly trimmed top of her bush. But it was more than I had seen in the light before and it was beautiful. I looked at her naked body as if I were a blind man who had received the gift of sight for the first time. In a way it was true because for our entire married life I knew her body by touch only. She was a feast to my eyes. She started to reach for her nightgown and as I held up a hand she paused. I asked her to. She felt excited and turned on, and, although she knew it was wrong, she wanted him, badly. She looked at his face and he was staring straight at her."Seen enough?" he asked, "Or would you like to see more?"She bit her lip and glanced around; the others were still laughing. She felt horny but was unsure about the press getting hold of the story."I think I had better go before I get into trouble," claimed the pop icon.They pleaded with her to stay and she had to admit she wanted to, but it was. I knelt behind her, and caressed her with one hand, then the other, running them up her sides to her breasts, then down to her hips, then around again. Hands still stretched above her head, palms against the wall, she moved with my hands. I reached around and cupped and squeezed her right asscheeck as my left hand continued stroking her side from breast to hip. Then I traded hands. Her slow steady breathing came louder and harder. I cupped a hand under her sex and she lurched slightly at the.