Both were exhausted emotionally and agreed to discuss their experiences the next morning.They both finally got up mid-morning Sunday and over a bowl o... oatmeal, Susan started the conversation. "It was all I could do to get him out and to a movie." she said with exasperation. "He wouldn't talk about anything serious and definitely would not talk about Karen and what had gone wrong. I got nowhere with him other than out of his apartment. I had to threaten an ass kicking to get him to do that. I hold you close to me, kissing your neck and chest. You slowly start to rub my pussy. You comment on how wet I am. I just smile knowing that you are the cause of that. The desire that I have for you is overwhelming. You can read my mind. You know I want you to make love to me, you say not yet. I am in a playful mood. You see this and lightly spank me. I moan in pleasure. Your fingers continue rubbing my clit. You start to finger-fuck me. I clinch your fingers as I start to cum. I bite my lip. Gregg wrapped his towel around his waist, again noticing his new, trimmer self in the mirror. He was no expert on the male form, but he liked what he saw. He was about to head down stairs when he remembered that Heather wasn't wearing a towel when she left, except for the one on her head. 'Well, if she can do it, so can I!' and down he went. Gregg was proud of himself, especially since he never even walked around naked in his own apartment.Heather looked at him above the rim of her coffee mug. Anyway, before I had chance to change my mind I heard him come back up and into the bedroom. I waited, but he didn't come into the closet. Two minutes, five; was he alright? Perhaps he had been taken ill? There was a sound coming from the bedroom, was he in pain? I crept to the door and peered through the crack. Henry was lying on the bed with Alison's white panties over his face, it could have been me! He sat up, and as I did yesterday, began to search through the piles of clothes on the.