Just for me.As I soaped my neck and shoulders, fantasies of you whirled in my head. What would your hands feel like on me, in me? Where would you touc... me first? My hands become yours, stroking down my shoulders and arms.I imagine our naked bodies touching, yours hard and long, mine soft and petite. My breasts are lightly rubbing against your ribs, your jutting cock bobs against my tummy and slides against my hipbone. Our thighs touch intermittently. The water is making our flesh slick and. Let’s go quick before he changes his mind.”We strode up the sidewalk and down into Sylvia’s garden to the front door and went on through. I commented to them how I was going to get those neighbors to fuck me so we could get some peace, having a piece. They laughed and Sylvia burst in front of us laughing and gesturing then giving me a huge hug. “What did you do to the goofy neighbors?” she almost shouted. “Hah. I’m going to do them both soon and convert them to my faith,” I said. “Can I use. At least this room smells right, but something was missing from this room too.“Fuck!” she screamed into the empty house as she flopped onto her back.She had never been in this bed without Dale being here. Even the house felt as if it was just waiting for him to get home. She had not realised just how powerful and comforting Dale’s very presence was. She gave up, crawled out of bed and got dressed for work.She walked out to the kitchen to get a drink and stopped to stare at the fridge. Pinned to. I back against the edge of the bed and crawl up onto it, my hand holding his for him to join me. The bed sags under us and I look. His knees pressing down into the bed surface as I take position in the center of the bed, my head on the pillows. I raise my knees and spread them wide. He is kneeling at my feet; his eyes are on a journey up my body; he might be having difficulty believing he has the opportunity to have what is before him. Yet, I am all his. My own hands slide down my body onto my.