His body moved with a lazy grace that never failed to arouse her. Only recently did she understand. This was the Face he wanted to wear… not the pla...tic professional, utterly emotionless, position perfect façade he wore at work… and nearly always. With casual ease he re-lit the stub of his joint, focusing every Thought on that one action. To others it would be nothing more than the actions of an addict. For Henry… it was the one Moment when the Child’s face wasn’t somewhere in his Thoughts. So. Ok, what was going on here? I wondered. That’s when I noticed my wife laying on the exam table, covered in a paper sheet, like the one I had used for the exam. It looked like she was naked under it. “Ok…. What’s up?” I asked. “We’re going to try a little experiment.” Nichole said. “Please remove all your clothes and sit here.” She said, moving a chair close to the bottom of the exam table. My dick began to respond in anticipation of what was coming. Looking around, I noticed a small table near. She could still feel the pleasant afterglow from their shower, and from the looks he sent her he probably did, too. She pitied Brad; he was going to go a whole week without sex. If that happened to her she'd probably burst.By the time she finished Brad and his folks were gone. She collected her things and settled in the stands. The sun was warm and while she had her books with her she was a little tired. Getting up early to get here hadn't helped, and she felt like taking a nap.It had still. She did not move a muscle when he fondled her and then began caressing her nipples, which seemed to betray her thoughts. The buds were rock-hard and Jerry rolled them around like they were marbles in oil.Suddenly Ron grabbed a handful of her hair. He was standing behind her with his body pressed against her own so that she couldn't move. Then he yanked her head backwards until she lost sight of Jerry and her eyes stared directly at the ceiling. "Now you can show Jerry how good you are ... what.