Mona has the most sensitive breasts I've ever heard of. She can get mini-orgasms just being stimulated on her breasts.My heart pounded in my chest and...my cock strained against the harsh cloth in my trousers as I watched Walter caress my sleeping wife's breast. I saw how the nipple popped up in attention by the caress. Even in her deep drug-induced sleep her breasts were just as sensitive as they were if she was aware of them being manipulated!Walter licked his lips when he saw the stiffening. So striking. The subject of my fantasies is standing before me. The sight of him never ceases to take my breath away. The anticipation of what may happen is at an all-time high today... that this might finally be our chance. He pulls me through the door, letting it shut behind us. We embrace and kiss, our tongues exploring, plunging, tasting. There isn’t much time. I can feel his hardness pressed against me. I reach out to touch it, to feel it through the rough denim of his jeans. I’ve waited. But when he claimed they'd never get up in the morning if they indulged, she accepted it without too much ill will.He sought to lift her spirits. Leaning over toward her cot after they had doused the lantern, he said, "Hell, honey, I don't want to have to hurry when I'm in bed with you. I like it nice and slow so I can take all the time I want underneath those cute little nighties you wear around at home."That pleased her. She went to sleep peacefully and slept well. It took Curt a little. I much preferred to catch her as she was on her way to the bathroom for her early-morning pee. Then, straight from bed and with no time to spare, she would be dressed just in her old cotton nightie. This garment, although it was high at the neck and reached down to her calves, had the major advantage of being old and thin. In her “just got out of bed” braless state her teats would stand out like thimbles through the thin cotton and her unsupported udders would bounce and sway as she hurried.