You had been complaining to me that you could not keep up with my sex-u-all desires. You complained that I was, to use your words, FUCKING you to deat...! So you decided to go to the doctor, but he had nothing did he Homer.”“No, Haley, nothing he gave me increased my desire for sex, but he did say that three to five times a day seemed a little excessive even for a young newlyweds like us. I mean we have been married almost a year. I would have thought you would have slowed down by now but if. ” She moved her right hand to my inner thigh and was tracing it softly with her fingertips. Sliding her knee behind my legs and nudging it open. It felt like an eternity as her fingers move slowly up. My heart was beating at an incredible rate and my fear held me in place.When her hand finally reached my panties and started rubbing it. I felt a spasm of pleasure run through me. “You are wet my dear.” I did not knew how soaked I was until she said something. I could now feel my wetness building. She watched his slow and deep breathing for a few seconds before fetching him a blanket and placing it carefully over him. **** When Greg woke up he was slightly disoriented but as dim images of the room, now lit only by the candles in the hearth, permeated his consciousness, he remembered where he was and looked further around. Jen was asleep, also on the rug, using cushions and a blanket for comfort, no more than three feet from him, the gap bridged by the familiar and arousing musk of. I’m not exactly sure I found it because she was in the middle of a massive orgasm when her watch beeped for her to go to class. I grabbed the nearest washcloth, wet it using a nearby water bottle, washed her pussy clean, and then lifted her legs like I was changing a baby to put on the body powder that she had in her shower basket. It was a good thing that I could dress a girl quickly, or she would have been late to class. As it was, I had her get on my back to run as she navigated. I could.