Even now, nine years later, it feels as if it was only yesterday that I sat there in my room waiting in nervous anticipation for her return. It’s sa...d that a watched clock travels more slowly; it was certainly so that Sunday morning. I’d awoken early from a restless sleep, caused by the excitement of Jenny’s pending return and by a slight pain I was suffering in my arms, following the removal of plaster casts three weeks earlier. I’d got dressed in readiness, but as I watched the slow. I could clearly see her nipples poking out of her t-shirt.Greeting each other with a smile, we went in. We both were acting normal, but there was something different for both of us. There was an unusual look in her eyes towards me. It was different than before. My neighbour was now looking desperately into my eyes as if she was trying to read something or tell me something.For me, I couldn’t see her as before either. I had seen her naked and that too, while masturbating. Every time I looked at. And almost always James was asleep when I get there, and so was the baby. After my boyfriend's mother bid me goodbye, I sat down on the couch and watched TV until James woke up. His bedroom door opened and he walked into the living room and sat on the couch, pulling me close to him. I laid my head on his shoulder. "Can I find something on TV?" He asked. "Sure I'm not really watching this anyways." I replied. And as always he turned the TV to a hunting show. I rolled my eyes at him, he. Taking pity on me, Marty slithered his fingerinside me and began stroking my g-spot while, at the same time, suckingon my clit.I screamed! My body tensed up suddenly; and then, I began writhing outof control as wave after orgasmic wave ran through me like lightening ina thunderstorm.Endlessly his mouth pleasured my hypersensitive clit as he massaged myg-spot.Finally, when Marty didn’t think I could take any more, beginning withmy thighs, he began kissing my lower body.I was still shuttering a.