This doesn’t even need to go any further. We’re both letting this moment flourish without words, maybe still unsure of who wants what. “I think ...hat caffeine is kicking in.” The tone in her voice stirs the air around me, and I can vividly picture her coming on to me in the bed, in the depth of the night, without the bathrobe or anything else on. My dick is fully stiff, but I sit back so she won’t notice it yet. “Good,” I manage to say. She breathes in deep and jolts off the bed. “Okay,” she. ’The no-nonsense tone of his nearly inaudible statementmade my heart pound and my mouth dry. Our days werefilled with conversation fuelled by Pearce’s gift for gab.He talked as automatically as he breathed. By stoppingme, he was, in effect, cutting off his own conversation.Obviously I had irked him far more than I had intended.Pearce tilted his head slightly to the left, the blackwhiskers of his weekend beard dragging against my skinwith a shiver-inducing rasp. Brushing his lips over mine,his. “Of course, some things are more fun than others. Besides, there’s time if we hurry.”“Oh, hell. I’m stuck, anyway,” he said while trying to sound put upon, but they all knew better. “Guess I’ll just have to struggle on with my husbandly duties.”The girls weren’t impressed with his fake melodrama. While he shut his computer down, Whitney hopped out of his lap. A moment later, the three pulled their willing husband to his feet.Picking Whitney up, he started toward the couch with her. By the time. "So, on Wednesday afternoon, Nicole's mother dropped her at Joy's house at 4pm. Nicole was dressed modestly, in blouse and skirt, but the huge breasts thrust way outward against her blouse in spite of her bra. In any dress she looked voluptuous!As soon as she entered the house, her father and Joy's father came to greet her. They were both wearing white short shorts and nothing else. Nicole could see the big bulges of both men. Obviously they were not wearing any brief under their shorts.Martha.