Those Green eyes show a yearning for a long denied pleasure.She comes closer, her eyes never leaving my face. I realize I am naked and become very awa...e of my arousal. My need for her is almost over powering. She reaches out to stroke me. Cold. I can see her touching me, yet all I feel is a cold sensation. Watching her stroke me ignites a fire deep inside of my soul. My need for her makes it real for us both. Now I feel her touch!That fire of need is stoked even higher as she seems to float. As I walked down the hall to the bathroom I noticed Joys bedroom door ajar. I also hear a light moan, and I stopped in my tracks. I slowly pushed the door back a few inches and was able to see Joy on her bed in a mirror on a chest of drawers on the opposite wall.I just about died when I saw her laying on the bed, legs spread, all she was wearing were her dark brown pantyhose and she had her legs pulled back to her chest and was rubbing her nylon covered pussy furiously. No shoes, feet. " He fully woke up, "WHOA, WHAT THE FUCK?! I'M NAKED!!! CAN'T YOU KNOCK?!" She played it off and laughed, "Come on, it's not like nothing I've never seen before, jerk." He replied and uncovered himself, sitting on his bed with head down trying to wake up. "Yah, I'm sure you have, slut." She slapped him in the head and snarled, "Don't call me a slut, faggot." She was trying to start a fight with him, hoping he'd fight her naked... And it worked. He stood up while punching her leg, "Bitch." he. I missed her powdery, lavender smell and her costume jewelry. I missed playing Scrabble and being quizzed with “Word Power” from Reader’s Digest. I missed licking S&H green stamps and sticking them in the booklet for her. I missed counting fabric squares that she would painstakingly sew into one of her quilts. And I missed visiting old relatives. They never failed to reminisce about their past, weaving stories like tapestries. Later, on the way home, Grandma Pearl and I would discuss the day’s.