"Your turns now!" she told them. She whispered something in Karen's ear but she shook her head uncertainly. "Go on," he caught. "He won't cum in you i... you don't want him to..." There was a slight pause. "Do you want to fuck me?" he was suddenly surprised to hear Karen ask. "Of course I do!" he assured her honestly. "But it's up to you..." "Okay, but do you mind not...? "Course not," he replied easily. She lay back and opened her legs. He gently widened them a little more beforeslowly. Finally my patience was rewarded and I caught a brief glimpse of thighs and panties as she hopped onto her bed. Her bed was close to the window, so I had a better view of her there than when she was walking around. Even though I had actually been between those bare thighs just a few nights before, there was something especially erotic about seeing her that way without her knowledge. Not only had Pete turned me into a young sex maniac, now I was a voyeur also.She turned off the lamp next to her. In the courtyard rats and mice scuttle under the watchful eye of a scrawny flea ridden cat to scavenge amongst the waist high weeds and border plants their roots using the years of neglect to reduce tiled pathways into a chaos of stones levering them from their bedded setting, obliterating the once careful design that brought elegance and clarity. Pigeons enter through glassless windows and settle into their night-time roosts gently cooing a lullaby to echo in empty rooms long since abandoned. No, just sleep.I climbed into bed. Our bedside lamps were on, so I reached over him, my tits brushing against his chest, and turned his off. I lay down and, reaching round his front, my nipples against his back, touched his cock and asked if there was anything else I could do for him. Maybe in the morning was the only thing he offered. So that was that, or was it. I had to have some relief, so I lay there, my hand down my pants, just gently touching my pussy. One of my husband’s favourite.