“I know I don’t have the full story!”“Only Bethany does,” Jennifer said. “She’s the one you want to go to for all the juicy details of y...ur husband’s past. Well, or his sister, but that would be like trying to get a Mafioso to break «omertà»!”I sensed, more than heard, Joyce stifling a laugh, and hopefully, I had kept my own chuckle to myself.We filed out of the house and split up between my car and Jessica’s car, for the drive to the church that Sharice’s dad pastored. It took about twenty. . the encounters that ensued were meant to take the arousal to the next level... forcing more tension to build up... an face 2 face get together where we purposely avoided any form of physical contact for as long as humanely bareable... once face to face, the teasing would become a bit more naughty... the polite light written teasing would lead to more direct teasing.... the game of pushing the temptation without surrendering to it was tremendous... just like slowly and constantly adding fuel. ‘Not yet,’ he said. Still holding her wet hair he pulled her to her feet. Face to face for a moment his eyes explored her face and a tiny smile lifted the corner of his beautiful mouth. Then he lifted her arms above her head and looped the belt over the shower head. Water gushed over her face making her splutter and struggle before he moved the belt closer to the wall. She stood on her tiptoes, facing the cold wall, hot water pouring down her back. Her arse cheeks burned with pain though she. . and that's where this story started. It's best to start with something exciting, don't you think?Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, Carly's perfume and probably also her pheromones had permeated my tipsy brain and I realized that she probably wouldn't be comfortable sleeping in her clothes. I know I wouldn't, and she had the additional discomfort of a bra! We had a trade show to attend in the morning, and she needed a good night's sleep.Pulling back the covers, I surveyed the unconscious woman. She.