"Yeah well that's a bithard for me while my wife sleeps with the man I hate."She looked shocked at the depth of my bitterness "Nath you don't meanthat... I had hoped time might have softened your perspective. You don'thate Yves, I know we hurt you, but I don't believe you hate him or mefor that matter. I was hoping that perhaps enough water had flowed underthe bridge."She had a determined look on her face. "I love you Nath and I want youback in my life...we used to be so happy and I really miss. It didn’t suit her. On the third day he woke to find her side of the bed empty. Looking around he found her showered and dressed again in one of his t-shirts staring out the window. He smiled to himself. He liked the way she looked in his clothes but she would look even better out of them. Mentally clamping down hard on the desire threatening to flame, he cleared his throat. ‘I apologize but I had to borrow one of your t-shirts again.’ She said shyly. He dismissed her concern with a nonchalant. Narrowing my eyes, still watching his body language, my bottom tenses, but I move closer to the bed, gauging his relaxed posture. When I see that he isn’t going to pounce, I move closer to the bed, climbing up and kneeling on the far corner.Remembering his gentle hands, I crawl slowly forward, ass in the air, front down, showing submission to the human, so he doesn’t attack. Inch by inch I crawl toward him always watching his body waiting for him to pounce. He doesn’t move from his position. Seconds later my bedroom door opened and Heather whispered "are you awake"? I replied yes and Heather came into the room apologising about the noise and asking if she could share the bed with me. I said i could easily sleep on their couch and give her the bed. She told me not to be stupid and that we were friends and nothing more, As she stood there in a Harley Davidson tee shirt i could see her erect nipples poking at the material making 2 sharp points, my cock was beginning to stir. She.