I've been known to be a little on the impulsive side so I moved up behind her and the next time she jumped I put my hands on her waist, lifted her at ...he same time lowering myself, and when I stood up she was sitting on my shoulders. Even though I couldn't see her since she was behind my head I said, "You were wearing me out with all that jumping. Just tell me where you want to go."Surprisingly, she wasn't beating me on the head with her purse. Instead a laughing voice said, "Down the rest of. Typically, these are sent by bored husbands without the knowledge (or interest) of their spouses, so I either ignore them, or, when I'm feeling generous, tell him that I'd only talk with his wife, if she's really interested. That'll usually end the conversation (except that one time when someone tried to impersonate his wife - unfortunately, she made the same grammatical and typographical mistakes that he did, but that's another story) so I was quite surprised when I got a message from. I watched her sleep, then quietly slipped out of bed, snuggling my pillow up behind her and pulling the comforter around her shoulders. She smiled and stretched in her dream and I padded down the hall to the kitchen.Quiet as I was, the soft kitchen sounds and smell of coffee awakened her. She hugged me from behind and I turned, pulling her to me, my hands roaming freely. She wore just a short cami, her usual nighttime attire. Mornings, she would often put on a pair of sexy panties and if it. Linda had made a big deal of offering herself completely when they first met, then been frightened she'd have to follow up, and had only relaxed when she was told she didn't. She'd improved to the point of asking for sex with Steve, and had seemed to enjoy it, and to have seriously benefited from it. Unfortunately, the benefits had been short-lived, and she seemed as troubled as ever.Steve's thoughts were interrupted as Anna stirred in his arms. She rolled over to face him, and her eyes lit up.