"Mom always tapes the broadcasts so she can rerun it Sunday afternoon and then wallow through her favorite parts during the week," she admitted wearil.... "Yesterday, pretending to be a dutiful daughter, I watched with her during her usual Sunday matinee replay. Trust me, it was nauseating deja vu all over again, and I still wasn't sure what we'd seen. So I sneaked down after Mom and Dad had gone to bed and watched just that part in slow motion until I was sick of it."The girl did not go under. As she lay in her bed, she found her own fingers tracing the burgeoning outline of her thick nipples. She ran in small circles near the crest, then down one side and ever so lightly up the other. Something stirred within her. She cupped each breast into her hands and squeezed, bringing them up high on her chest.She marveled at the perfect symmetry of each orb. Luscious and full. The smoothness of her flesh, soft and rounded.Laying back into her pillow with her knees brought up just slightly,. .. deep inside me ... oh god yes, fuck me, baby..."When Steve returned with her glass of water, Angie stifled her moans by burying her face in a pillow. After pretending to cough, she lifted her head and took a mouthful of water, then set the glass down. "Thank you, sweetie," she smiled, kissing his hand. "And you too," she added, turning to me with a sexy grin."Me? What'd I do?" I asked, slowly reaming her brilliant ass.She leaned back to kiss me before whispering in my mouth, "Thank you for. He put his arms around his exhausted wife and held her close, relishing the fragrance of her hair and the way her body melted sleepily into his.He kissed her tenderly and said, “Get a good nap while Jamie lets you.”“I will,” Lucy replied and Tobias’ last sight of her before he left the vicarage was her ascending the stairs as if sleepwalking.The first part of his journey was completely innocuous. Tobias merely enjoyed the fresh air and responded politely to the calls of, “Good afternoon,.