The third and fourth day went the same way. I felt the needed touch of a man’s hands and his body more and more. I could feel it slowly growing with...n me. My husband who was quite a loving man of course was no longer with me so what was I to do, I asked myself. How he used to hold me was wonderful. He used to pull me against his body when we were naked and he used to kiss the back of my neck and reach around me to feel and “tickle” my bosoms. It was even then kind of erotic when he used to pet. It was a demure blouse with an old fashionedrounded collar. Corey stood their, standing thin and even demure, lookingat himself in the mirror, wearing a skirt, with his naked upper body, andlower legs and feet exposed, the white skin appearing weak and fragile.His narrow shoulders were smooth and, as he looked more closely, he sworehe saw on his chest two slightly rounded mounds of flesh, topped off bynipples."My god," he mused almost aloud, "A girl!" You like what you see there?" Lynn asked,. Although there was no overt sexuality on her part, I was surprised to find myself responding to her - to the subtle scent of floral soap and shampoo rising from her hair - to the heady bouquet of the perfume that she wore - to the softness and warmth of her body where it made contact with mine. I could feel myself starting to get hard, despite my wishing not to. I willed my penis to behave itself. This wasn't the way I wanted my sister's best girlfriend to think of me.It didn't work. I had been. By the time dinner came around, she decided to go and change. Her mom wanted to go to a fancy dinner for their last in the city. Peeling off her swimsuit, her boobs were heavy and aching to be caressed, her nipples a little sore from having been hard all afternoon. Her pussy was soaking wet and her usually large lips looked even more swollen than usual. Her little clit was even poking out, looking for some attention.Clenching her fists, she took a cold shower and quickly dried off and got.