"Hmm.. I could ask your.. 'little friend' the same question" She responded with a small grin, playfully rolling her eyes as she lowered her heels a li...tle then back up while applying pressure with her hips against mine."You're... so impatient..." I shakily replied in a low tone, feeling her toes scrunch against my feet as I gave a firm knead on the lower region of her cheeks. "Ohhh sowwwwy, I know that you're old and rely on Viagra" She responded in a mocking yet playful tone, briefly looking. Jacqueline knows this, and she feels theresponse of her body as the Usahar speaks again. "It is." The Usahar moves to the bed. It needs no command now, as Jacqueline reachesout and releases its kilt. Her hand trembles as she sees its phallus, growinghard, erect, perfect. The Usahar lays beside her and leans in for a kiss, itsbreath warm, lips as well. She cries out softly as its hand finds her breast,caressing through the sheer material of her bra and then pulling the cup away,revealing her,. She tried to imagine his pain, his thoughts, and his anger. She had wounded him deeply, and she didn't know if she could make it better.She had tried to keep things normal that morning. Brent was usually up an hour before the children and would be gone before they rose. For once, she was grateful. There were no explanations to be made. It was a Thursday, and she dreaded Saturday, or for that matter, the next two nights. What excuse would she have for his absence tonight and Friday and then. Her light brown hair was fanned out on her pillow and framed her face nicely. The hours spent in the sun had given her a nice tan and faded her eyebrows till they were a lot lighter than the hair on her head. She had worked her way partly out of her sleeping bag during the night and I could make out her delicate little breasts through the thin material of her nightie, one shoulder was nearly bare and the sight of the smooth flawless skin of it together with her beautiful, vulnerable throat was.