I pressed my head into his lap, my hands on his legs, as I stretched out lying on my side next to him. His arm lay d****d longwise along my side; it f...lt warm and comforting to me. I began to doze slightly as the movie went on. Strangely, a wonderful sensation came upon me in my dreamy state; his hand had rested on my breasts. Not moving, I felt my nipples harden to his touch thru the nightgown. u*********sly I noticed a gentle kneading of my breast by his large hands, soft rubbing and. . are you coming?" Father-in-law spoke again from behind the door. "I'm waiting in my room."He must have heard what Adeel had just said.I thought for a moment, and then looked back at my husband. He was lying with his back towards me. He didn't have anything to say."I'll be there in a minute." was all I could utter.I heard his footstep as he moved away from the door. Again, I turned back, and stared at my husband. His face was now hidden under the covers.In a daze, I opened the door and went. He also reminded her that she had needs as well as Charlie. She loved her husband and cared for him in every way possible. Was it so terrible to want what Charlie could no longer give her? She agreed in principle but still suffered pangs of conscience which despite the exhilaration she experienced with Michael would send her home more determined than ever to care for and love her husband. They discussed breaking off the relationship but both knew it would create a void which neither could. It can't be just one hand--it feels like hundreds of hands stroking you, stimulating you. You press your hips against the wall to give them every inch of your cock. The hole in the wall is large enough for your balls to fit through as well, and you feel someone tugging them through the hole, then licking them. You feel the coolness of the wall beneath your hips, the smooth surface of the hole every time your cock rubs against it, and the dampness of the tongueagainst your balls. You stare.