He scooted to the very edge of the bed and whispered harshly, “Jesus, Lynn, you’re naked!”She giggled, “I’m glad you noticed. Are you naked?...Do you sleep in the raw, brother? Because I think that’d be sooo sexy!” She reached out a hand and ran her fingers over his chest.”He pushed it away. “Dammit, quit that, Lynn! We can’t be doin’ this!”“Who says?”“I say! Hell, everybody says! It’s just wrong and you know it.”She pushed her hand under the blanket and brushed her fingers through the hair on. He rewarded her again, hoping she would catch on to the game, and dove forward to deepen the kiss. He slid his tongue slowly into her mouth and felt a shiver of delight as she tentatively brushed hers against his. She was basically in his lap now and he liked the feel of her against him, he leaned back so he was reclining against the couch cushion and pulled her with him, continuing to kiss her as he went. Her body was now flush against his and he held onto her full hips so she couldn’t pull. That day I was scheduled for legs workout, so I wore my tight shorts and a full sleeves dry fit t-shirt.She met me wearing a full track pant and a Sandoz. This time instead of just killing time she worked-out her legs as per my instructions and I just jokingly made her work-out a bit more as I knew that she would be having a relaxing massage post gym.We both reached and they were waiting for us as we had already booked our appointment the previous day. First they showed us their facilities of. "He got up and moved toward me, sitting beside me on the couch. "I mean, Ifeel for you, I do, but, um, why is it that I should stick my neck outfor you." He licked his lip as he stared down the front of my robe. Hewasn't a uniformed officer. He was wearing a neatly pressed white dressshirt and a navy tie with gray wool slacks. He had a name tag on hisshirt though. "Lt. McConnell" it read. he had sandy blonde hair and a bitof a stereotypical cop's mustache, but he was in pretty good shape.