‭ ‬Also like most other guys, ‭ ‬I rated Vanessa as a lover.‭ ‬She fell somewhere between what I imagined a warm cadaver would feel like, ...�� ‬and a woman having sex for money.‭ ‬Her seeming lack of enthusiasm convinced me there was no hope for her ever getting better.‭ ‬At least not with me.‭I decided right then we could be friends, ‭ ‬but she would not be sleeping in my bed again.‭ ‬Well maybe if I was out of town‭ ‬it might happen.‭ ‬I got a terrible nights sleep.‭ ‬She rolled around in her. "Jon, that was a dirty trick, blaming me for the shortage of hot water. It would have been fine if you hadn't tried to massage my scalp off. Next time, you wait till I'm done showering before you come in." Ahh, where's the fun in that? I like helping you wash, and I get to see things I would only normally wish I could have."She gave me a dirty look and busted out laughing. Then she kissed me, and while I was recovering, she went down the hall to the steps. I almost had to run to catch up with. You where the perfect height so that your waist fitted perfect between my legs. I pulled you closer moving your shirt slightly up so I could feel your skin on the inside of my thighs. You kiss and licked my neck. I felt as if I were a virgin again, not quite sure what to do? Where my hands should have gone? Or what should of I touched first? My shirt was open only five buttons but enough to reveal my chest. By now I was rubbing the front of your trousers and feeling that you were already rock. “You didn’t have any problem making Julie cum did you?” I told him reassuringly, surprised how much it hurt even to refer to my husband’s single act of infidelity.Pete sat up straight.“Who told you that?”“She did. In fact she was very complimentary about your bedroom skills.”Pete tried to hide the broad beam of pleasure that crossed his face but I spotted it. I suspect he wanted me to tell him more about the rest of his performance with my best friend but unlike him, I wasn’t interested.If.