The fingers of her hand gently move on his hip as her gaze lowers. Even in his sleep, as she moves softly against him, his body responds to her light ...aress. She feels him begin to harden between her soft breasts where his manhood lies in rest. A sultry smile curls upward on her lips as a thought occurs to her that she knows the perfect way in which to wake him up. It is something she is going to take full advantage of.Her body shifts lower, slowly as not to wake Liam. She has other ideas in. Family gone for the next few days and more importantly home alone, excited and aroused at the prospect of indulging my secret pleasures.I had planned this weekend for weeks before, a rare opportunity of self indulgence and pleasure. Constructing every detail of the night ahead in my rational mind, such is the plight of the devoted, but occasional thrill seeking closet dresser.The door securely locked behind me, I ran upstairs and retrieved my hoard from the loft hatch, left there in preparation. Your bathroom door is slightly open; a ray of golden light shines on the floor. I'm a guest in your home. I shouldn't be invading your privacy, after all the kindness you have bestowed on me. It's wrong, I know, but I can't help it. You have intrigued me. At dinner, I felt your attraction to me, or did I imagine it. You were courteous, pulling my chair out for me. I felt your hand slide down my back and linger for a moment. Again, was I dreaming? Even though I only had one drink, you refused. Her hair was styled to a short black bob, curled back, and cut clear of her ears. Below the hairline was a downy, fuzz fringe, framed either side by her fine ears, from which he had just hung some low dangling loop earrings. Again he felt a swelling in his trousers. He was watching her bared forearms now she had changed to a short sleeved blouse. He was intrigued by her short dark arm hairs and as she reached forward he could see a small black bush underneath each armpit by turn. ‘So hot,’ he.