Only a few hours, but they seemed more. The second hand on his clock, moving deliberately, and he could count each second. Seeing how sixty turned int... one minute, and how each minute slowly turned one hour into the next. And all the while it was just his body, just his eyes, which kept watch on the clock. And all the while, he remained behind in her bedroom, imagining her lying there, alone, protected from his touch by the boundaries of the words "should" and "cannot". The night was short. Cut. .. I'll look after that. You will love him, I know it. I should have done this sooner."Her phone call was brief and she returned to the living room with a big smile."He's delighted we're coming and can't wait to meet you. We can have a nice afternoon and Sunday morning with them." Great," I smiled."It's about a three-and-a-half-hour drive, so we'll need to get an early start," she warned."It looks like we'll have nice weather, so we can enjoy ourselves. I haven't been out of the city since I. After about thirty minutes, I felt Steven slipping out of bed. I gave him another few minutes, and then I snuck down stairs, and looked into his study. He hadn't bothered shutting the door all the way, knowing what a sound sleeper I usually was. He was sitting at his desk, and up o the computer screen was a full size image of a woman on her hands and knees on a bed. Behind her was a stud with a huge cock, and he was fucking her doggie-style. In the background was another man watching, and. He gently massaged her shoulder blades, as she rubbed his. Stacey’s hands moved back down his sides, fingertips only again, and they both shivered as his fingers mimicked her actions.They ran their fingers outside each other’s hips, then both moved their hands to just under their partner’s tummy, where Stacey was definitely more ticklish than her dad. She loved the soft fur she found on his tummy, and followed it up his chest, where she squeezed his breasts, feeling his stiff nipples pressing.