The next night she left the light on and put on one of her thickest flannel pajamas. It didn’t make any difference. Just as she was starting to go t... sleep, she felt something stroke her breasts and tweak her nipples. She was crying when she told me about it because she was so ashamed. “I should have jumped out of bed,” she said between her sobs, “but it felt soooo good.”After that, she started sleeping in the nude and was actually looking forward to the hands each night. I didn’t know it at. For lack of a better idea I made my way to the back and entered a stall. There were three stall and I took the middle one. Closing and locking the door behind me, I let my jogging pants fall to my ankles. Then I pulled down my jockeys and took a seat. Since there was no one in either of the other two stalls I just set down on the commode and started playing with my cock. I didn't’ have to make it hard though since it’d been rock hard since I entered the restroom. I saw some pre-cum leaking out. I looked at her for a couple seconds, and she just mouthed 'I love you' to me. Well, the feeling seemed to be a little more mutual on her end."So, what did she say to that?" I wondered."She told me that I was bar none, the prettiest lady on the face of the planet. I guess she had never seen me like that up, close and personal. I thought that was weird, considering I had walked through the house wearing only panties a few times before. Then she started asking me about my plans for that night. I. I ran into the house and to the bathroom to change back into regular clothes when Brad followed me into the bathroom, and said to come back over in a hour. At first I said no I can’t do that to your wife and he was like I wasn’t talking about us hooking up. I just don’t want to be alone and I bet you don’t want to go back to your house with a roommate. I said your right, see you later. I waited for the wife to leave and when she left, I made my way back to Brad’s house. I had changed my mind.