The house felt empty. If only Steven were here, her heart grunted. Her husband of two years was off orbit, thanks to his profession as a space and ai...craft engineer. He could only be expected to be Earth-based after two weeks. She missed him. And she was damned because she was horny at the first thought of him. She shrugged. The red heels she wore were killing her feet so she took them off. She was heading the stairs when she heard the shower running. Her heart leapt. She realized her bedroom. (It isn't actually - only about 5"). Before I could reply she rested her right hand on my cock. This, of course, caused it to react.'Oh! It moves on its own.' She exclaimed before asking 'what do I do now?'All resistance had left me. I still felt uncomfortable with the situation but I'd passed the point of no return.I told her how to hold it and watched in amazement as her young slender fingers moved up and down my shaft. I explained the little refinements her inexperience needed and soon was. I grabbed a washcloth and two towels from the linen closet and went back upstairs.I prepared by spreading a towel under her feet and then using the hot washcloth to just wrap her feet. They were still cold. I should have thought about that when I was focused on warming her breasts. When her feet were warmed a little I dried them and then started rubbing them with a little oil that I warmed in my hands. She was wearing her ankle bracelet. Well, she'd said she was never taking it off, but it was. It would have to do.He desperately crammed his still dripping clothes into it.And now to just run down the corridor and...Disaster!Looking down at his ill-fitting costume, Harry suddenly realisedthat the lacy top of his g-string was poking up above his shorts.Try as he might, he couldn't pull them up any further - the crutchwas unnaturally high.Mewling in desperation, he grabbed the miniscule microskirt andbegan pulling it up his legs. It wasn't much more than a pleated redtartan belt. He.