She giggled and laughed at first, then she made a comment about my size. She flicked it, playfully. It responded.“It’s not you,” I said.“I kno....”(It was.)She turned away from me, curled up a little. Her ass was hanging out of her pajama pants and pointing at me. Every time one of us shifted, we slowly moved closer to each other.After a minute or so of silence she said, “We could do stuff.”“We could,” I said. “But we shouldn’t.”“Should we?”“Probably not.”By this point I was almost touching her. Maybe he had attachment problems. I knew I had them, but I wasn't sure I was ready for birds of a feather and all that.I crawled under the blankets and imagined sex with Monk as I gently rubbed my clit until I came in shallow waves. Orgasms alone were nothing like those I experienced when I was wallowing in sick, disgusting sexual perversion.I woke at 7AM even though I didn't have to work that day. It was just a matter of habit. I had to force myself to run any day, so the only way I could do. He knew Lori had been befriending him when he was still Lynn. His unbalanced mind rationalized that Lori couldn't admit to her husband that she was falling in love with the former Lynn. "Lori is happier now than she was with the real Jeff," he thought. "I have been more attentive and loving. I haven't gotten her pregnant yet, but that is just a matter of time. It sure isn't for lack of trying." I'm leaving early in the morning to be there before 9am, are you coming with me?" Lori asked. Her. I leaned into her and resumed eating her. ‘Get on your back,’ she said. I did, and soon my big, beautiful wife was on top of me in a 69. It was true. I couldn’t look at her pussy the same way I did before, and it was heaven. I licked circles and every other shape I could think of, probing as deep as I could. It tasted even sweeter than I remembered. ‘Let me know if you want to-‘ I was going to say ‘swallow,’ but she got off and turned around. She straddled my legs. ‘Fuck, yeah!’ I said. .