The sight makes me reach for my crotch. I squeeze my cock a little through my pants. Your fingers slide down, barely touching your pussy lips, grazing...over them. You look at me with lust in your eyes. I know what you want to feel down there, what you want to feel slip inside you that will make you moan in pleasure. My mouth is dry at the idea of it, feeling the silky wet heat around my shaft when I push inside you. I see you slipping a finger inside your wet folds, your close your eyes as if. She still had a shred of decency though, looking embarrassed on realizing it was me who’d overheard her sneer to Humberto, “The violas…!”She stopped in mid-sentence, but the damage was done. He already knew what she was implying. So did I.Bad timing though.The prodigy wanted Elgar’s Cello Concerto on our programme. Fabulous music obviously, but, seriously, as if dipping his cock into an ambitious cellist had nothing to do with it.So, our rehearsal had been going okay, until the last movement,. The only saving grace, I thought, would be that Jill hadn't complained about getting bitten yet so maybe we hadn't reached an infestation stage, but we soon would if they started laying eggs.I went into our bedroom and began my search. Starting at the bed Jill and I had shared since we married, I began a systematic search of crevices and mattress seams looking for more bugs or evidence they were around. Except for the two I'd already found I didn't find another or evidence there were more of. It is no effortless and painless thingbut I have worked and carried it out successfully! I swerve and shift myself towards him quietly. He is clothed in an unpatterned white towel. His chest is wide and extraordinarily alluring and arousing-looking too, but it has so sparse and small an effect and upshot on me as compared to those smooth, furry, and spongy-looking buttocks of his. I slurp and swig saliva down my parched throat. I am every inch uncovered and stark-naked myself. I open and pull.