I mention this purely as it may, in some way, have had an influence on what was to develop during the week. One afternoon, after a couple of days lyin... by the pool, with both girls in reasonably conservative bikinis, Debbie asked if anyone fancied a drink, and then wandered off to the bar to place the order. When she came back, she had a mischievous grin on her face. “Have you noticed how whenever you have a conversation with Jim, he always talks to your tits,” she asked Liz. “Not with me,” Liz. I felt oddly vulnerable, and on some level that excited me. My eyes closed and my head lolled backwards to rest on one of her waxy coils as her grip tightened and she choked off my sigh, her other hand slipping under my shirt, her claws scraping down my chest.I wouldn’t have been able to resist her if I had wanted to, I was aware of some mild paralytic effects through the fog that clouded my mind, I could feel my limbs but they were weak and unresponsive as if I had been sleeping on them. I was. I got him as a puppy before I married Lee.I'm a 24 year old woman, and for the past 2 years, married to Lee, a wonderful man who is 2 years older than me. I had known him from high school. He is a truck driver and owns a couple of trucks that cause him to to be gone for anywhere between a week and a month at a time. I asked him to put a driver in to the second truck too, but he insisted we couldn't afford it and he felt better taking care of the new truck him self rather than a careless. It's been a long time since a man touched me like I was a woman... a very long time. What? Did you think I was made of stone? That a woman doesn't enjoy a man touching her? The feel of being loved and wanted?" I guess I never thought of it," he said slightly twisting his head around toward her. "I guess I never thought of you as a woman before, just my aunt." Quickly he continued, "I mean I knew you were beautiful and all that -- one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen -- but I guess I.