After a moment of indecision I could feel my arms rising to pull my shirt up and over my head, letting it land with a gentle sound on the carpet of my...bedroom floor. I knew I was going to do it. I was going to masturbate and tell him every detail of what made me feel good. I stripped off my panties, the only piece of clothing still left on my tingling body, and climbed into my big bed. Knowing I’d tell him every little detail after I was done, I started to focus on my body. I was already. “You know I’ve never been with anyone but you. I wouldn’t have the slightest idea what to do.” He laughed. “Billie, you know exactly what to do – you’re making a good start at it right now!” I looked at his lap and saw the head of his cock glistening with a drop of pre-cum. “This is really strange for me to think about. Can I just think about it for a while and we can talk more about it later?” He seemed disappointed that I hadn’t immediately jumped at the opportunity he was offering me, but. "No no no no! Get the fuck away from me!" She stammered as she pushed herself backwards, away from the man. "I'm just glad to see you're not dead. It's much more fun this way." The man said, looking at Lesley as a wolf would a lost fawn. His gaze pierced her green eyes before travelling down her body, stopping at her chest. She hadn't even noticed that the fall had ripped the cup of her sports bra off of her right breast, exposing her bright pink nipple to the cold autumn air. Before. But, since I had promised my husband—this whole week would be for him—I was determined that nothing, not even my own jealousy, was going to stop me from making Randy's favorite erotic fantasies come true.Even half asleep, with his eyes closed, my husband is one handsome man. It seemed like a miracle, with all the charming sophisticated women available to him, he had chosen me—a widow with three little girls. I am now Mrs. Randy Dalton.He had rescued me from a very low paying job working in a.